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HUXLEY'S POEMS 



Miscellaneous Poems 



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Edward R. Huxley 



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Emma E. Huxley. 



*^T0 my beloved companion dear, 
\j\ This book I dedicate, 
^^ Who in some bright celestial sphere 
Reunion doth await. 

Naught can break love's golden chain 

That binds congenial souls, 
As one in thought they still remain, 

Will ever thus unfold. 

The Author. 



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In this book of poems I have endeavored to express 
in a candid, instructive and agreeable manner what I 
believe to be true, regardless of public opinion or 
former teachings. Truth needs no apology. 



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'T/TEW to the mark, no matter where 
The chips may chance to fall, 
As they, like errors of the past — 
We would not them recall. 



Nor would we cover up a fact 

For fear of public frown, 
Or favor doctrines old and stale, 

In hopes to gain renown. 

Tis reason's lamp that lights the world, 

And truth the choicest flower; 
Knowledge leads through radiant fields, 

And love the guiding power. 

The Author. 



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The Miser's Will 17 

The Banner of Love 22 

The Earth . 23 

The World Moves 25 

The Seeds We Sow 26 

Habit 27 

Knowledge 28 

Man: Whence and Whither 29 

The Still Small Voice 31 

Angel Hosts 32 

Folk-Lore 33 

The Angel Mother 34 

The Bigot's Garb 35 

Kindly Deeds 36 

The World's Excursion 37 

Gossipers 39 

What and Where 41 

Man's Progression 42 

Life 43 

They Say I 'm Getting Old 44 

Self Conviction 46 

The Trend of Modern Research 47 

The Ship of Zion 48 

Parent's Solace 49 

Not One Soul Lost 50 

The New Comer :__. 51 

My Boyhood Days Upon the Farm 53 

Search for Truth 56 

The Parson's Guest 57 

Look Within 58 

Labor and Leisure 59 



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Our Swimming Hole 60 

With the Times Keep Pace 62 

Riddance 64 

An Entreaty for Peace 65 

Our Object in Life 66 

Evolution of Man 67 

Past, Present and Future .__ 71 

Adverse Desires 72 

The Morning Glory 73 

Equality of Man 75 

Our Lives Reflect 77 

Wealth's Desire 78 

Angel Guidance 79 

Animality of Man 80 

Isms 81 

Life's Sunset 82 

Oh, Do Not Say That I Am Dead 8.3 

A Youth's Adieu 84 

My Wife and I 85 

Lamp of Reason 86 

Our Angel Daughter 87 

Superstition 88 

Jealousy 89 

Earth's Joys 90 

Abraham Lincoln 1 91 

Nature's Unfoldment 93 

The Bachelor's Regret 94 

Brotherhood of Man 95 

The Human Race ■ 96 

The River of Life 97 

Meditation at a Picnic 98 

What Need You Care 100 

Life's Record 101 

Wayward Mortals 102 



Contents 13 



Friendship 103 

A Trustworthy Guide 104 

The Cosmopolite 105 

Needful Amendments^ 106 

This Mundane Career 108 

A Thunder Storm _.__ 110 

Latent Cause 111 

Innocent Pleasures 112 

Youthful Aspirations 113 

A Tramp's Lament 114 

Religion 116 

A Square Deal for Every Man 117 

Advent of Spiritualism 118 

The Conservative Man 119 

Wedlock's Course 120 

A Tribute to the Moon 121 

The Universe , 122 

Your Mansion Above 123 

Known by Their Fruits 124 

Man's Innate Powers 125 

Where Is Heaven 126 

Reformation 127 

Thought 128 

Wall Street Bulls and Bears___ 129 

A Mother's Love _ 130 

The Wanderer 130 

Fogy Themes _•___ 131 

Equal Rights 132 

The Comic Valentine 133 

Our Neighbors' Hens ___ 134 

Baneful Paths 136 

Problematic 137 

The Soldier's Soliloquy 13B 

Our Lyceum Picnic 140 



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Christopher Columbus 145 

Creation 147 

Life's Booklet 148 

The Demon of Our Land 149 

Nature's Work 151 

Be Vigilant 152 

Paddle Your Own Canoe 153 

Our Widowed Mother Is Left Alone 154 

Promoter of Health 156 

Union of Thought 157 

St. Valentine's Day 158 

An Infidel 159 

The Mocking Bird 160 

Wealth a Delusion 161 

Aunt Sophy's Notable Experience 162 

Youthful Guidance 166 

Christian Science 167 

Growth of the Soul 168 

Home , 169 

Occult Healing 170 

Man's Unfoldment 171 

Fog-Land 173 

Labor Day 174 

Providence 175 

Ancestral Caste 176 

Toil and Slothfulness 177 

Essential Requirements 178 

In Solitude 179 

The Bridge O'er the River of Death 180 

Harmony is Heaven 181 

Liberty 182 

You Are Not Alone 183 



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Edward R. Huxley Frontispiece 

Emma E. Huxley Dedication 

The Miser's Will 18 

The Angel Mother 34 

The New Comer 51 

The Morning Glory 73 

The River of Life 97 

A Tribute to the Moon , 121 

The Soldier's Soliloquy 138 

Our Widowed Mother is Left Alone 154 

Aunt Sophy's Notable Experience 162 

Aunt Sophy's Notable Experience ,_ 164 



The Miser's Will 17 



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^■JTHE miser sat in his rickety chair, 
Lfl His visage downcast through illness and care. 
Encircling his head was a bandage white, 
Completely concealing one eye from sight. 
The doctor could see scarce any amend, 

Expressed the thought, he was nearing his end; 
Which woke no emotion in his calloused heart, 

But inwardly grieved, from this life to depart. 
Not a thought to relax his grasping hand, 

Or divide his wealth with his fellow man. 

He frequently winced from incessant pain, 

Whir st harassing problems flit through his brain. 
The foremost one of all others combined, 

Now came with great force, depressing his mind. 
This was in regard to forming his will, 

Knowing that he was exceedingly ill. 
Betwixt his distress of body and mind, 

'Twas irksome indeed, a solvent to find. 
Then his thoughts would return to former days, 

And muse of his scheming and crafty ways. 



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Now life's panorama in spite of restraint, 

Of ghastly scenes with indelible paint, 
To his weary mind did slowly unfold, 

Like a nightmare weighed on his gloomy soul. 
Then all at once with a depressing sigh 

Says "Send for a lawyer, I'm going to die!" 
In haste lawyer Hinchman was summoned in, 

It was thus the sad miser did begin: 
"Hinchman, I want you to draw up my will 

And be sure therein my request you fill. ' ' 

The lawyer now seated with pen and ink, 

"Wait!" said the miser, "give me time to think; 
As to my wife, why, she's got all she '11 need, 

She always an unworthy tramp would feed; 
Her next man, too, would come in for a share. 

No, Hinchman, for such I have nothing to spare. 
Her love for me now ain't any too strong — 

Will scarcely moan when she knows I am gone. 
V ve seen too much of such things in my life, 

Can't help being harsh if she is my wife. 



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The Miser's Will 19 

If my son Tim to his farm will hold fast, 

He '11 ever be out of poverty's grasp. 
Evincing such thrift 't is useless you know, 

The least of my means on him to bestow. 
But here I 'm perplexed, my next son, Eugene, 

He 's ever dazed with accursed morphine, 
In an asylum will soon end his days; 

Bound for perdition, if he don't mend his ways. 
For me to bequeath to him, I would say 

'T is worse by far than to throw it away. 

Now Jack's only aim is to wear fine clothes, 

Don a silk hat, and at theaters pose, 
Have colored butlers, and fine prancing steeds, 

As he views the case, 't is all that he needs. 
He 's heard my monition many a day: 

Time was nearing when he 'd pay his own way, 
Would earn his own money by the sweat of his brow, 

Would then know its worth far better than now. 
So nary a farthing he '11 get from me, 

I have said this before, and now he will see. 



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And Lew is lazy, he won't go to school, 

I 'm almost tempted to call him a fool. 
He sha'nt have my money to throw away, 

And go lounging about day after day. 
His mother encouraged him in that course; 

Let him spend her money, 't will be no worse. 
I have not been saving all of this while 

To fling to the winds on a shiftless child. 
Think of the comforts myself have denied, 

What of my earnings, when I 'm laid aside? 

But dear daughter Fanny saddens my heart 

When contemplating we ever must part, 
Regret she made such a woeful mistake, 

Secretly marrying a dissolute rake. 
He thought he would get my money you see, 

There is just where he and I disagree. 
I feel like swearing when I think of him, 

I tell you my wrath flows plum to the brim. 
I '11 cut his corners, you see if I don't, 

He sha'nt have a cent, that you may note. 



The Miser's Will 21 



But Hinchman, of all, I can't deny her, 

No matter what has, or what may occur. 
To her I bequeath that princely estate 

Near Castle Garden, don't make a mistake, 
But arrange it so that rascally scamp, 

In case she should die, will be left a tramp. 
Say, Hinchman, I believe I '11 postpone this will, 

I must take more time the main points to fill. 
Perhaps was hasty in calling you here, 

You may think me fickle in it I fear. 

I 'm feeling some better than when you came, 

In sending for you I 'm somewhat to blame. 
Please tear up that document you 've commenced, 

I '11 try and manage my business hence. 
I have made up my mind I will not die; 

By the powers, high and low, each I defy! 
How my heirs would rejoice to see me go, 

Hinchman, I want never to please them so. 
All the wealth I have gained I say is mine, 

And shall ever be, to the end of time." 



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Sty? %ann?r of IGow 

^tttfHEN will the Banner of Love unfurl, 
111 ^ nc * wars forever cease, 

Each man have equal rights in the world, 
A ceaseless reign of peace? 
When man, will his selfishness exchange 

For love unmixed with guile, 
Desire for conquest, and lust for gain 
Has ceased him to defile. 

Then friendship's clasp will embrace the earth 

Discarding the metes and bounds; 
Then man no longer by war coerced, 

Will kneel to golden crowns; 
Then spears will be changed to pruning hooks 

And swords to plowshares beat, 
All earth rejoice at the bright outlook 

The Banner of Love to greet. 



The Earth 23 



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nHE earth by man was once supposed 
A flat extending plane, 
A vast expanse which floated 'round 
Upon the briny main; 
Now proved to be of spheral form 

And circling 'round the sun; 
As with the orbit of the stars 
Its constant course doth run. 

At first a barren, lifeless ball, 

No vegetation seen; 
No trees, no flowers, nor mossy banks, 

No fields of verdant green; 
No tranquil lakes, nor rippling streams, 

No life of any kind; 
But all one vast volcanic scene, 

Chaotic, yet sublima 



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Millions of ages winged their way, 

Geologists now state, 
Ere gaseous fumes and heat subside— 

So they might fix a date 
Wherein conditions would justify, 

As facts to them appear, 
For living creatures to exist 

Within that atmosphere. 

When sufficient moisture gathered there 

For vegetative use, 
Reptiles of most hideous forms 

Were among the first produced. 
And man, long ages afterwards, 

In lowest type appeared, 
And midst the beasts and elements 

His bark as best he steered. 

Till now he stands the crowning light 

Of all that him surround; 
WhiPst earth through his increasing skill 

In beauty doth abound. 
And as we retrospective gaze 

Upon that lifeless ball, 
Our bosom swells with honest pride 

As we man's steps recall. 



The World Moves 25 



Qfy Wavlb Unties 

Atttt'HY cling tenacious to a creed 
J.1 1 ^ at subtle man has made, 
^^ Or deem the ancient in advance 

Of now, the present age. 
Said Galileo, "the world moves," 

Does it recede, alas! 
Are those now of the present stage 

As naught, with ages past? 

What means this independent thought, 

Has Apollyon took the lead? 
This wondrous age of reason, 

Is it him that 's sown the seed? 
Filling the world with honest doubt 

Of sacred legends old, 
And now emphatically demands 

Bring proof for what you hold. 

Too long already has been placed 

The seal upon man's lips, 
Life's blood from many a martyred man, 

From bigot's sword has dripped. 
The world grows brighter day by day, 

Man soon will cease to slay 
His brother who has different views, 

Or what he 's pleased to say. 



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AH, our passed life we know, 
As onward we go 
Down the endless pathway of time; 
But the future is where 
We should place our care 
Above all the others combined. 

It is best all should know 

The seeds here we sow 
Are gathered and held there in store. 

And 't is well that you see 
From tares they are free, 

For fear you regret evermore. 



Habit 27 



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HEN Habit once has fixed its seal, 
'T is hard, we find, to sever; 

And often to its mandate yield, 
When Prudence dictates, * 'never/' 



Oft' latent habits play their part, 

Unconsciously we 're held; 
And when subdued oft' break the heart 

Thus ruthlessly compelled. 

It lures us on from day to day, 

When once it has us fast, 
Dictates and ever leads the way, 

We held within its grasp. 

Please ponder o'er this subject grave, 

Be on thy guard each day, 
Lest you 're by Habit made a slave, 

Progression thus delayed. 

Be cautious, shield each step with care 
Which thru earth's pathways lie, 

That no base Habit may ensnare, 
To cloud thy mental sky. 



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^|>NOWLEDGE, the guiding star of man, 
7IV Without it, like a ship at sea 

Unmanned, and far out sight of land, 
In grasp of wind and waves would be. 
Wisely guided, it lights man's path, 

And points the way to brighter fields, 
With love and truth in its behalf, 
Abundant recompense doth yield. 



Man: whence and whither 29 

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%£|RE-EMINENT in the deepest minds, 
^lJ From ancient sage to present time, 
^p In this and every enlightened land, 

Is, whence and whither, this called man. 
Traditions, legends, of his birth 
Were weighed and held of little worth. 

They've searched through misty days of yore, 
Traversed this globe from shore to shore, 

In hope to find in recess old 
Some clew this secret to unfold, 

That would dispel this darksome gloom 
And lift man from his mystic tomb. 

Each nook with microscopic sight, 
Was scanned, in hope to bring to light, 

Primitive man with scarce a soul — 
Thereby a wonderous tale unfold, 

How by process long, severe 
He 's reached the height of present sphere. 

Proceeding from a cause unknown, 
From earth environs he has grown; 

In grooves of thought, numerous, wide, 
As sands washed by the ocean tide, 

Varying in breadth and depth of soul, 
As case permits him to unfold. 



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Now, as he stands in broad noon-day, 
Viewing the breadth of time each way — 

These earnest thoughts pass through his mind: 
Is there an end of man or time, 

Or does time ever onward roll, 
And man possess an endless soul? 

Or does he live a few brief years, 

And then forever disappear; 
His bark strand on a lifeless shore, 

A forlorn wreck forevermore, 
Naught but a bubble on life's sea, 

Resulting in nonentity? 

Since man possessed a reasoning brain, 
These thoughts have come, and oft' remain, 

With yearnings great, beyond control; 
For truths that he might grasp and hold, 

Knowledge on which he could depend, 
And doubt at once forever end. 

When reason sheds its fulgent light, 
Erroneous thoughts are put to flight; 

And those who seek will surely find, 
Facts to disabuse their mind, 

And set to rest a longing deep, 
That death is not an endless sleep. 



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F you would live quite free from sin, 
Listen to the still small voice 

Which is the monitor within, 

If heeded ne'er will bring remorse. 



Oft' heedless of this guide divine; 

Groping through life's course we move, 
'T is thus too oft' we go it blind 

In selfish, willful, sinful groove. 

Then let us all, henceforth, begin, 

Guided by a love divine, 
To heed the monitor within, 

Which e'er insures a tranquil mind. 



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Angrl leasts 



ORTAL man is oft' controlled 
By angel hosts unseen, 

Aiding him to here unfold, 
More happiness to glean. 



Many years with them have gone 
Since traversing this sphere, 

They now do guide our bark along, 
The rocks and shoals to clear. 



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^f F it were so, how truly good 't would seem, 
Jjl That all do search the naked truth to find. 
Exclude the myths, that are as childish dreams, 
Ever destined to fog the human mind. 

The rural tales that old folks used to spin 
To those assembled round the glowing hearth, 

Legends untrue, and yet 't was thought no sin, 
As oft' transformed their thoughts to mirth. 

Trained from infancy in such mystic lore, 
Would grow to think that some perhaps were true, 

And hasten to repeat as those before, 
Until stern reason bade them change their views. 

The magic of the moon with some holds sway, 

To zodiacal signs, too many hold. 
'T is hard to rid the mind of these to-day, 

They seem to sink within the very soul. 

Myriads of signs and omens handed down, 
Mingled with foolish whims, and queer belief; 

Void of logic, inconsistent, and unsound, 
Which often leads the thoughtless into grief. 



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®fn> Angel iHo%r 

ORROW not my precious children, 
As you wend life's lonely way. 

This may solace: I am with you, 
Watching o'er you night and day. 



When earth's sojourn here is ended, 
In celestial fields we '11 roam. 

I will meet you at earth's portal, 
Escort you to our Angel home. 

All your sorrows then will vanish, 
Bright will be your cloudless sky. 

Hence, be patient in your waiting, 
For the gladsome "bye and bye." 




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'This may solace: I am with you, 
Watching o'er you night and day. 



The Bigot's Garb 35 



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<"THOSE wrapped in creeds and dogmas old, 
ill So held in great repute, 
^^ Disrobe from them, they 've threadbare 
And don a modern suit. [grown, 

One more becoming with the times, 

Bright gems of earnest thought. 
The warp and woof of golden truths 

Through dauntless martyrs wrought. 

Divest yourselves of pious "cant" 

Deceptions arrant fount, 
Apollyon wore the self same garb 

With Jesus on the mount 
'T is old and shoddy as your creeds, 

Long since gone out of style; 
Try on a suit of modern facts, 

Discarding all your guile. 

Why cling to legends gray with age, 

Which eagerly you sought, 
While present demonstrated truths 

Do scarce give them a thought 
You will in time cast off the myths 

As worthless old debris; 
Will weigh each thought in reason's scale. 

Thus loose your bigotry. 



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ACH this gem of thought should heed, 
Noble acts and kindly deeds, 

Are more valuable than pearls, 
When you reach the other world. 



Man's selfishness then would cease, 
Deadly strife would end in peace, 

Vice and want no longer stay, 
Life one joyous holiday. 



The World's Excursion 37 

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(For Children's Recitation.) 

E have planned for an excursion, 
For the people of this globe, 

Regardless of your present state, 
Or the texture of your robe. 



No distinction will be given 

As to color, or of caste, 
If in a lowly hovel born, 

Or mansion made of glass. 

Will be no first or second class 

To cause a separation, 
In this extended pleasure trip, 

Comprising every nation. 

We '11 lay aside conflicting views, 
That spring from social wrong, 

And in fraternal brotherhood, 
Unite in heart and song. 

That fancied gulf 'twixt nations now, 
Will, as phantoms, disappear, 

And on this gay, protracted tour, 
May your friendship prove sincere. 



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'T will be the most exalted trip 

That mortals ever planned, 
United as one family, 

Nations of every land. 

The world with one accord must join 

This majestic enterprise, 
As in union, you have heard it said, 

The greatest strength oft' lies. 

These gladsome days will soon be here, 
Then stand by one another, 

Ne'er let one selfish thought creep in, 
Be true and loving brothers. 

Now, this excursion trip will last 
Through life upon this ball, 

And when the final end is reached, 
You will have a higher call. 



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VOID them, as a serpent's hiss, 
If in this course they do persist; 

Ne'er listen to their artful tales, 

Who would their neighbors oft' assail. 



Their poisonous tongue often rends 
The good opinion of your friends. 

Sifting their prattle, if you do, 
Scarce a word you '11 find is true. 

Plagues of Egypt, will not compare 
With the scandal oft' they bear, 

Approaching with deceptive smile, 
With full intent, you to beguile. 

Traduce, perhaps, your nearest friend, 
Who is not present to defend. 

Pray do not mention this, they say, 
My confidence do not betray. 



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Do you not think hades the place, 
For such a portion of this race? 

Whose malignant course, oft' defame, 
And blight perhaps an honest name. 

Let each who views this, search within, 
And see, if free from a like sin. 

If not, at once commence to cleanse; 
Of those you wronged, try make amends. 



What and Where 41 

'Ytfrtl'HAT are you and where now tending, 
llJ ^ n ^ e ' s pathless, fitful sea, 
Are you but a useless ending 
Of all there was and is to be; 
Or are you for a fixed purpose, 

Have a work none else can do, 
Filling a nook that was intended 
Here especially for you? 

If the latter, then be moving, 

Linger not by. the way side; 
Make a showing of your labor 

You can view with honest pride. 
Then when comes the sweet transition 

Earth ones often miscalled death, 
You will have no sad misgivings, 

Knowing you have done your best. * 



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AN is but a tiny atom, 

On the endless shores of time, 
r Of rude beginning, though unending, 
To this opinion we 're inclined. 
A germ from out the fount eternal, 

Endowed with thought, what e're that be, 
Ever nearing the supernal, 
As all who reason, will agree. 

Traversing these earthly fields, 

Interspersed with varying scenes, 
In his sojourn storing knowledge, 

Whil'st on the staff of reason leans. 
His unfoldment never ceasing, 

Thus evolution plainly shows, 
Always sifting facts from error, 

As up the steeps of time he goes. 

Watch his footsteps slow ascending, 

From his lowly forest home, 
Onward, ever been his watch-word, 

WhiPst to present status grown. 
Looking upward for assistance, 

Reaching downward, aiding those 
That perchance might be beneath him, 

Transmitting to them what he knows. 



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Life 43 

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ERE I to write an ode on life, 
The question comes, What would I say? 

As penetrating thought, most rife 
Has failed to clear the mist away. 



It manifests in myriad forms, 

The thoughtful, on them wondering gaze, 
And fain would know from whence 't is borne, 

And where this latent power lays. 

Each atom in this universe, 

Is pregnant with a vital force, 
To every form it giveth birth, 

Yet none can trace it to its source. 



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JTHEY say I 'm getting old, alas; 
II T is true my hair is gray, 

And three score years with me have passed 
On this my earthly way. 



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I scarce can see a difference now 

Than thirty years ago, 
Except some wrinkles on my brow, 

My movement somewhat slow. 

Now when I laugh and merry seem, 

May dance a step or two, 
They say my actions are extreme, 

Such course I soon will rue, 

Or when I out a walking go, 

They often to me call, 
" Watch where you step, you 're getting old, 

And liable to fall !" 

They want me now to look sedate, 

Have long and solemn face; 
That levity is not in state, 

But wholly out of place. 



They Say I 'm Getting Old 45 



In fact they watch my every move, 

And caution me each day, 
That I from out the proper groove 

Unthinkingly, might stray. 

Perhaps I 've reached decrepitude — 

My second childhood days, 
In years gone by were sometimes rude, 

As they, in youthful days. 

'T is thus of life, the strong grow weak, 

Our children take our place, 
While we a quiet corner seek, 

They must our hardships face. 



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^ff ITTER, the bread produced by those enslaved, 
In it I taste their sweat and tears, 
And feel their sunken hopes and fruitless years; 
For this I deem myself a knave, 
A sentence grave. 



My clothes they choke, and irritate me sore, 
Mournful I sigh, my heart is sad, 

Musing of the producer, clothed in rags; 
Such injustice I do deplore, 
Forever more. 

Within its stately walls, my palace home, 
My soul so oft' is filled with dread, 

Vain would I have its builders in my stead, 
Exchange with those without a home, 
Henceforth would roam. 

I 've ate the fruit of the forbidden tree, 
Have scorned the rights of fellow man; 

Now, self-convicted, penitent, I stand 
And long that man, through equality 
Be ever free. 



The Trend of Modern Research 47 



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EMOTE from ancient superstitious views, 
Of priestly source, who sat and vainly mused, 

And seemed to see in nature's abstruse plan, 
Secret works of some mysterious hand. 

It is not what some holy records state, 

That men of thought, with bated breath now wait, 
But delving- deep in natures endless mine, 

Search for facts, that they may aid mankind. 

From the infinitesimal atom here, 

To cosmic universe of spheres; 
Their aim, and zeal, with modern skill to aid, 

Is, truth may come to light, wmTst errors fade. 

Too long on vague hypothesis man '& leaned, 
Of demonstrated facts he 's scarcely dreamed. 

There 's naught but proof that satisfies the mind, 
Without, 1 is blind, that simply lead the blind. 

The trend of modern research is to know! 

Thus, to the world a legacy of facts bestow, 
To light man's course, as doth the orb of day, 

Dispelling mists of error from his way. 



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^fl EHOLD the vast concourse drifting along 

1lB On misty tradition's whimsical tide, 
Depending on faith to weather the storm, 
WhiPst on the ship Zion resignedly ride. 
No thought bestowed on this antiquate craft 

Unworthy the name of a modern sail, 
But on its gray deck thoughtlessly bask, 
Confiding in myths, both musty and stale. 

That heavenly port you 're aiming to reach, 

Like the ocean mirage seen in the sky, 
When you are landed on death's dreary beach, 

You will find in dismay, 't was in your mind's eye. 
Why further pursue that will-o'-the-wisp, 

Through the dense marsh of mental decay, 
'T is truly a phantom, why not desist, 

And travel where reason lights up the way? 



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ANOTHER call to higher spheres, 
From out our quiet ville, 
Causing a void in home and hearts, 
There 's only one can fill. 
Just in the morning of life's day, 

Joyous and undefiled — 
Was called to join the spirit bands, 
A bright and happy child. 

Death 's but the opening of a door 

That leads to higher joys; 
More lovely scenes than earth affords 

To those, her girls and boys. 
Why then lament that blissful change 

When they are called to go, 
You surely do not wish for them 

Earth's bitter cup of woe? 

Their spirit home is not so far 

But what they oft' return, 
As couriers from that sunny shore 

Of which they 'd have you learn. 
With thoughts as pure as choicest flowers 

That send their fragrance forth, 
Striving with their united powers 

To cheer your lonely course. 



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Not (®w £out ICoat 

. . HROUGH man's unending stage, 
I i As viewed in higher sphere, 
Chronicled in every age, 
By those earth would revere; 
Those that scanned his progress here, 

From remote stage of life, 
Realized his hope and fear, 
His joy and deadly strife. 

Find that all, no matter what 

Their earth career has been, 
Whether grief or joy their lot, 

Or how they met their end; 
Each will reach that self-same goal, 

As time speeds on its way, 
Nor can there be one lost soul, 

Though myriads may delay. 



The New Comer 51 



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'HEN night had spread its mantle o'er the earth, 

A mother to a darling babe gave birth. 
The clock hands pointed to the hour of three, 
From natal bondage it then was ever free. 

Adding one more to numbers here untold, 
The primal course their being to unfold, 

Subject to changing scenes of joy and woe, 
But what 's in store for thee, we little know. 

Numerous paths and intricate you '11 find, 
Conditions ever needful for the mind, 

Sunshine and shadows seem to interblend, 
That mark life's rugged pathway to the end. 

As now I gaze on your infantile form, 
That soon must face life's bitter storms, 

I hope that truths which thoughtful minds impart 
Will much assist to guide your earthly bark. 

You '11 find this world is filled with good and bad, 
Some joyous days and some extremely sad. 

Now that you 're here, there is no better way, 
Than to bravely face your duty, day by day. 



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O'er rocky steeps, as well as sunny planes, 
Due vigilance is what you must maintain; 

In other words — be ever on your guard, 

Or often times you '11 find your motives barred. 

Along life's route there 's paths that intersect, 
That lead astray, which you must need detect, 

Or time is lost that you can never gain, 
While you inhabit this terrestial plane. 

And then again, along some line of thought, 
Grave doctrines, that for ages have been taught, 

These you should weigh with calm and thoughtful 
And glean the truths, if any there you find, [mind 

But let your reason have unbounded sway, 
'T will light your path, and guide you on your way, 

And when you 've ended this, your earthly sphere, 
Of other climes you '11 need to have no fear. 



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Y boyhood days upon the farm 

Gives pleasure to relate, 
r My children gather 'round me now 
And eager do await, 
To hear the tales oft' to them told — 

But ever have their charms, 
Of scenes which there took place with me 
Ere I had left the farm. 

To college 't was my lot to go, 

My parents to me said 
That I a graduate must be— 

In highest branches read; 
That some profession I must take, 

The farm is growing small 
For such increasing family 

To make a living all. 

I never shall forget the scenes 

That met my youthful eyes, 
To me it seems most like a dream, 

As they in fancy rise. 
The old farm house, extending fields 

Of golden waving grain, 
Where oft' we plowed, sowed and reaped, 

Our livelihood to gain. 



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And yet were many happy hours 

Oft' woven in between, 
That brightened up our daily toil 

And made our lives serene. 
And when I think of that old farm, 

Or some connecting scene, 
I often wish I could return, 

Once more its pleasures glean. 

As when I rambled o'er the fields, 

Or midst the shady grove, 
Where oft' with robust, gleeful lads 

In concert there did rove. 
To boat and fish, or swimming go, 

Down by the old mill pond, 
Or picking berries down the lane; 

Of each were very fond. 

And then what joy in nutting time, 

When Autumn days drew near, 
To climb the lofty hickory trees 

Without the least of fear; 
With cudgel send them rattling down 

To leafy ground below, 
Then when our sacks were crowded full 

We trudging home would go. 



My Boyhood Days Upon the Farm 55 

I 've gained repute in legal lore; 

Have served my country well 
As officer and minister, 

Not boasting, this to tell. 
Have seen the guilded side of life, 

Know its alluring charm, 
But don't compare with boyhood days 

I had upon the farm. 



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HEN will this plodding world outgrow 

The dogmas of the past; 
Seek fearlessly the truth to know, 

And dauntless hold it fast? 



When will they, too, discard the myths 

Of generations gone, 
Who, truth with sophistry did twist, 

Till right was seeming wrong? 

'T is when from myths, and legends free- 
Rubbish of long ago— 

They '11 cease to search on withered trees 
Where fruit has ceased to grow. 

Or needless trace some foreign field 

In search of golden grain, 
When home unceasingly doth yield 

The wealth they would obtain. 



The Parson's Guest 57 



A young man one time was invited to dine 
As a parson's honored guest, 
He, as you '11 find, was caught napping this time 
And thus was put to the test. 
Grace just had been said, when the parson who lead 

In passing the food to his guest — 
When it came his turn, as you will discern, 

Unthinking, said he would "pass. " 
It was just the night before, which, now he deplores, 

He was playing euchre, alas! 
E're the parson supped, said, "I order you up," 

As this game to him was well known. 
This he dare not ignore, thus, made for the door, 
Exclaiming, "I '11 go it alone ! " 

So it is we find, with the most of mankind, 

No matter their station or zone, 
Just at the right time, it 's a blessing they find 

If able to go it alone. 



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T is hard oft' times to be good, 
As we traverse this mundane sphere, 

To conduct ourselves as we should; 
The brambles and pitfalls to clear. 



When you look back over the past, 
Are there no mistakes to behold, 

No acts you would recall, alas, 
No faults that you should control? 

Sit you down and carefully pen 
An invoice of your inner soul; 

May come to the conclusion then, 
In goodness, yet, you might unfold. 

If each, as said, their life review, 
On their own horoscope will see 

A grand and noble work to do, 
From ills of life to be set free. 

Be careful, then, what seed you sow, 
Lest you might reap sorrow and pain, 

Seeds are thoughts and acts you 'd know, 
That generate within the brain, 



Labor and Leisure 59 



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. HE working world dream of pleasures 
1 1 That absence of labor will bring, 
Constantly yearning for leisure, 
Of its rapture e'er longing to sing. 



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Could they but control Father Time, 
Their pleasing air-castles would build. 

Assuredly then they would find 
Their measures of ecstacy filled. 

Ask of those who are unemployed, 
Those holding this magic wand, 

If leisure is always enjoyed 
When wholly at their command. 

Response doth come, 't is this: alas! 

Inaction wearies more than toil, 
And those who try to shirk their task 

Their earthly mission spoil. 



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UR swimming on Rountree Creek, 

About one mile from town, 
Makes my heart leap with youthful joy, 
When memory hovers 'round. 
The dam was built of logs and brush, 

Smeared with sand and clay, 
Which like our hopes in future years, 
Was sometimes washed away. 

Oft' retrospective thoughts renew 

Those blissful sunny days; 
Oh, would that I once more was placed, 

'Midst their enchanting rays. 
How ardently we longed for spring 

To break its frozen tomb; 
That we, a score of hardy youths, 

Our pent up joys resume. 

We scarce could wait for summer sun 

Those chilling waters warm, 
Than we upon those turfy banks 

In gleeful groups would form, 
Shedding our clothes as down the path 

In single file we speed, 
That circled 'round the willow marsh 

Which to the pond did lead. 



Our Swimming Hole 61 

Between tree trunks, or on some bush, 

Or- strewn upon the ground, 
Our hats and pants and hickory shirts 

Promiscuously were found. 
And then such strife to see which one 

First plunged into the stream, 
T was often, too, the buttons flew 

In this contesting scene. 

Ah me, that foaming, rolling pool 

Encircled to our waist, 
We dove, we splashed, and leaped about, 

Then too; the swimming race, 
Would climb the banks, and play leap-frog, 

Our bodies striped with clay; 
Then in the liquid frothing flood, 

Again resumed our play. 

T was not until the western sun 

Cast long and deepening shades, 
That with blue lips and shriveled hands, 

Reluctant out did wade. 
Then quickly hustling on our clothes, 

We homeward wend our way; 
At night to dream of pleasures past, 

To be renewed next day. 



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IS said by some, that all is just, 
That nothing can be wrong; 
A loving Father guides our bark 
And moves the world along. 



That what seems wrong is surely right, 

If we His sequels knew; 
Whereas, through His omnipotence, 

All things are just and true. 

Are tornadoes, and pestilence, 

And famines o'er the land, 
Held in their destructive course 

By His protecting hand? 

When children, from their parents torn, 
Left here to fight their way 

Amidst a cold and selfish world; 
Can this be just, we say? 



With the Times Keep Pace 63 



Similiar scenes, in myriad forms, 

Are daily passing by; 
Can we to them close eyes and ears, 

Or these plain facts deny? 

Then let us use our reasoning powers, 

No longer held by faith; 
And search, and try to reach the truth, 

And with the times keep pace. 



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^/F honest, candid people knew 
JIJ Just when, where, and what to do, 
Doctors, lawyers, and willsome priests, 
Their mission here would surely cease; 
Would have to seek some better end 
Than prey upon their fellow man. 

'T is strange, indeed, all do not see 
Such worthless, base absurdities, 

And institute at once a fight, 
Rid from their midst these parasites. 

Too long, too long, these drones have thrived; 
Grown sleek and fat within your hive. 

If you the laws of health observe, 

In fellowship each other serve, 
Are just in all your dealings here, 

Of the future have no fear; 
Can then dispense with those we 've named, 

On you, henceforth, they '11 have no claim. 



An Entreaty for Peace 65 



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HEN will earth's nations in unison join, 
Their corrupting armies disband; 

Forming a social confederation, 
That will reach throughout the land? 



Then devastations of wars would cease, 
Vain conquest which ever brings woe, 

Will then give place to a reign of peace, 
And efface our once deadly foe. 

The war cry, surrender, surrender or die! 

'Tis ever the cruel demand; 
Why further cling to this barbaric course 

For ages has cursed every land? 

Oh, hasten the time when nations agree 
To lay down their swords and their guns, 

And settle disputes in some peaceful way ' 
Than the lives of their heroic sons. 



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^f S it to labor for wealth and fame 
J|J Regardless of every one else, 

That blatant throngs may herald our name 
And potentates may drink to our health; 
To trample down what comes in our way, 

So we but secure our ends, 
Selfishly hoarding the comforts of life, 
Unthoughtful of even our friends? 

How do you think our lives will compare, 

When judged in the courts above, 
With those bowed down with burdens and care, 

Yet filled with true goodness and love? 
And also those whose lives have been spent 

In aiding the poor of the land; 
Would we in their presence feel content, 

Or self-condemned would we stand? 



Evolution of Man 67 



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JtJ ACK through misty scenes of yore, 
1|a Remote from deluge days of Noah, 
^^ Or Eden with its noted pair, 

In search of facts, receding bear, 
Exploring, pass o'er barren fields 

That now abundant harvest yields, 
Through dense forests, o'er mountain range, 

Across deep seas and desert plains, 
O'er vast expanse and obscure time, 
The starting point of man to find. 

Passing his protoplastic state, 

We '11 view him at a later date, 
When more advanced in stage of life, 

Presenting scenes of fiercest strife, 
Environed with foes on every hand, 

Including nature's 'stern demand. 
Beings that you would loathe to claim 

Are your ancestors, all the same; 
Yet 't is encouraging to see 

How man 's attained this high degree; 
Instead of perfect beings made, 

They step by step have reached this grade. 



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To some, preposterous it may seem, 

A vague, discordant, foolish dream, 
That man when first he viewed the light 

Was a savage of lowest type, 
Naked and dumb, pursued his way 

In search of food like beast of prey. 
Though lightning flashed and tempest raged, 

And on him fiercest warfare waged, 
Fearless he wends earth's darksome way, 

Slowly unfolding day by day; 
Fishing and hunting daily pursued 

With implements extremely rude. 

As ages passed on wings of time, 

Man's progress has been slow, we find; 
Emerging from his cavern deep, 

He next is found with herds and sheep, 
In tents of skins he now resides, 

And doubtless feels some inward pride 
To note the growth of his career, 

Than when he used the bow and spear. 
More civilized he then became, 

And thoughts less crude more frequent came. 
His frontal brain increased in size; 

In many things became more wise. 



Evolution of Man 69 



To express desire, words were framed, 

Thus language slowly to him came. 
Rude garments he began to wear 

Which hid from sight his coat of hair. 
Tiring of migratory life, 

Of constant change and bitter strife, 
A husband man he now is found. 

With forked stick he tills the ground, 
Growing more skilled in many ways. 

Slight signs of art he now displays, 
And from his dingy tent we find 

Into a cottage he has climbed. 

Advancing now with quickened stride 

Through gates of progress opened wide, 
And avenues that have no end 

Most willingly his thoughts doth wend. 
Science, literature, and art, 

Conceived by him oft' played their part 
In his unfoldment to maintain, 

To broaden and expand his brain. 
Light from celestial fields above 

Illume his soul with sacred love, 
His vicious passions to allay, 

That nobler powers he might display. 



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Concluding our retrospective course 

In tracing man to primal source, 
Would say of homogeneous class 

Distinct remain though ages pass. 
So, from the prehistoric man 

Conceding but a just demand, 
Must yield to him our starting place— 

The germ of all the human race. 
We now have reached the present date 

Still time speeds on with rapid rate; 
Man's limit we will never find, 

Onward will move through endless time. 



Past, Present and Future 71 

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%£JAST, present and future, comprising the whole, 
IS Ceaseless and endless for man to unfold. 
*i In thought, through infinite space he ascends, 

No limit to growth, no beginning nor end. 
Onward, may traverse the glittering fields, 

The more you advance, more beauty it yields. 
No halt in your progress, the days are as one, 

You ne'er reach the goal, your course never run. 

Past, present and future, they are as one, 

Precisely the same, as never begun. 
Past, present and future, the three combined 

Are unfoldings, or growth of the mind. 
When strictly defined, 't is the eternal, now, 

Which reflection proves, as each will allow. 
The past and the future are relative terms, 

That deep meditation clearly discerns. 



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HEN tempestuous waves of trouble roll, 

Merging life's hopeful longings of the soul, 

Annihilation would then seem most sweet, 
To rest beneath the calm oblivion deep. 



Where all emotions of the soul are stilled, 
No more of life's delusive castles build, 

Desire, what e'er he was, there 's naught remains 
But sleep, the sleep that never wakes again. 

When love's celestial calm the storm allays, 
The sun of joy returns, makes glad our ways, 

We would the soul live on through endless years, 
Bright star of hope shines thro' the glittering tears. 

The clouds send forth their pearly drops of rain, 
Assist to bring the fruits and flowers and grain. 

Thus, storms of grief that cloud our earthly way 
May aid life's germs, make bright the future day. 



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'In youth I sought thy trailing vine, 
And kissed thy flowery lips sublime." 



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MPERIAL gem of floral fame, 
Entitled thus by rank and name. 

What angel shaped thy trumpet form, 
And caused thy bloom at early morn? 

Displaying shades of varied hue, 

White tinged with purple, pink, and blue. 
Artly arranged with choicest care, 

As by some floral angel fair. 

In youth I sought thy trailing vine, 
And kissed thy flowery lips sublime. 

E'en now to greet thee, wend my way, 
Ere orient hues have cleared away. 

Cheerfully musing, pass along 
Absorbed in nature's joyous song, 

Sweetly blending with every soul 
That would their being here unfold. 



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Seated beneath the arbor wide, 
Peering forth o'er head and side, 

Thou flowery bells, pure and serene, 
Encircled in thy leafy green. 

The bee has found thy glossy cup, 

In hope to gain a honey sup, 
Whilst feathered songsters' morning lay, 

In concert join, to cheer our way. 

Oh, would that we were pure as thee, 
From guile and selfishness as free. 

Thanks be to cause that placed you here, 
To brighten this, our earthly sphere. 



Equality of Man 75 



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^Zi 'VE sojourned here some sixty years or more, 
JJI Many dominions I have traversed o'er. 

With honest thoughts I viewed the men of earth, 
Distinguished ones, and those of lowly birth, 
And find the space betwixt them not so wide, 
When undue prejudice is laid aside. 

And when we stop and think, why should they be? 

When deemed as should — as one great family, 
If those termed high, and low, could be reversed, 

Those seeming least, might show intrinsic worth; 
Might bring the blush to those who had supposed 

What they knew not, must be; there 's no one knows. 

The smiling face, with costly robes adorned, 
With inner life perhaps may not conform. 

We gain at best, but little in this world, 
Our scroll of knowledge is but slight unfurled. 

Each counts as one in this vast earthly throng, 
A simple link that binds us here as one. 



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Some have their eyes on given points ahead, 
WhiPst others, seeming unconcerned, are led. 

Some, weary trudge and long to reach the end; 
Amidst the throng, not one would seem their friend. 

The philanthropic would assist the race, 
On equal footing, have each mortal placed. 

No high, no low, but all of equal grade— 
Unto the world this plea has oft' been made. 

And there 's those of selfish make, from birth, 
Would if they could, possess the whole of earth, 

And tramp beneath their feet each human right; 
Would have no law, but that of selfish might. 

With such, we 'd ask, what would you have us do? 

Be just! such course in time perhaps they '11 rue. 
Stand by the right with high uplifted hand, 

And let these words vibrate throughout the land. 
All human souls should have an equal right, 

By this we '11 stand, and lend our earnest might 



Our Lives Reflect 71 



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UR lives, as a song, we write the words, 
And set them to music at pleasure; 

Making life sad, or perhaps glad, 
As we choose to fashion the measure. 



We spin and weave, our garments to make 
From words and acts, in our journey here; 

Spotless and white, if in the right, 
If not, they will be scanty and drear. 

The home we 're building for future life, 
Depends on us, as to size and shade, 

This we detect — our lives reflect, 
And the structure is what we have made. 



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/^r OULD we but govern this world as we would, 
l|L Have enactments passed as we justly should, 
Abridging the rights of the vulgarly poor 
Through sumptuary laws, this we 'd secure. 
Firm plutocratic then we would be, 
From beggarly elements thus made free. 

Then we 'd establish an orient caste, 
And those forced to labor, hold in our grasp. 

We as dictators would govern their course, 
Class legislation would then be enforced. 

Those not of our caste, deemed vulgar and low, 
Would have to accept just what we 'd bestow. 

A Response. 

Why so deluded and with selfishness crammed, 
Who would, if you could, enslave fellow man; 

Harboring thought, that wealth makes you better 
Than those on whom you would rivet the fetter; 

Compel them to slave, that you may enjoy 
The pleasures of life unmixed with alloy? 



Angel Guidance 79 



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^■THE pearly gates now stand ajar, 
If I Bright angels from on high 
^■^ Are seen decending from afar, 

And lovingly draw nigh; 
Flooding the world with advance thought 

To aid the doubting mind 
In disabusing errors taught, 

The naked truth to find. 

In man's sojournment in this sphere, 

'T is well that he should know 
That loving friends are ever near, 

Assistance to bestow, 
To make life's doubtful problems clear, 

Give guidance where he lacks, 
Relieve the mind of cringing fear, 

Through demonstrated facts. 

Then to each doubting soul we 'd say, 

Resolve the truth to know, 
Investigate without delay; 

Where facts may lead, there go. 
Some obstacles, no doubt you '11 find, 

But if you persevere, 
They soon will vanish from your mind, 

Through knowledge, disappear. 



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Atttmalilg of fcn 

^JTHE animality of man 

Lfl Heedless allowed to grow, 

Oft' into flames doth passion fan 
That proves his greatest foe. 

When one submits to such control, 
Ne'er strives this bane to check, 

'T will darken, yea, pollute the soul 
Through criminal neglect. 

'T will lead you on a downward course, 

Unless perchance released 
By those possessed of moral force, 

You '11 sink beneath the beast. 

Nor fain think you great pleasure gain 
Through lustful passions fed, 

The time will come when you '11 exclaim, 
I wish of them I 's rid! 



Isms 81 

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'JfJft'ITH isms stale, the world now teems, 
1[i \ Useless for man to learn; 

Oft' intermixed with myths and themes, 
And holy writ, in turn. 
That when one tries the truth to find, 

With reason for his guide, 
He finds his course with mystery lined, 
Adrift in mucky tide. 

What the world wants, is truth's pure light, 

Unmixed with myths or creeds, 
That stand to reason, clear and bright, 

And all can know, that read. 
Where no translation is required 

To hand it down to them, 
By clergy, pope, and priest that 's hired, 

Their doctrines to defend. 



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IGtfr'a Sunset 

' VE reached my three score years and ten, 
And now the deepening sunset glow 

Bespeaks the verge of earthly end, 
The ultimate of life below. 



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Many loved ones have gone before 
To Elysian fields of ceaseless charms; 

But one most dear I do adore 
For me awaits with open arms. 

In holy wedlock, side by side, 

We sojourned on this mundane sphere; 
In concert shared what e'er betide 

Of joy and grief, year after year. 

And now I gaze with hopeful eyes 
Across the placid stream called death, 

And catch a glimpse, where peaceful lies 
Our own celestial home of rest. 



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do not say that I am dead, 
Or never come to you, 

no longer see thy face, 
Surely it is not true. 
Love's silken threads are just as strong 

As when in earthly sphere, 
As ere I made the gladsome change — 
Our union just as dear. 

Oh, do not say that I am dead, 

My interest there is gone, 
That I no longer love earth home, 

If so, you do me wrong. 
For daily visits there I make, 

Know all your joy and woe, 
And strive to aid you in life's course, 

That you more noble grow. 

Oh, do not say that I am dead, 

As death I have not seen, 
The change is simply a new birth, 

Conditions more serene. 
Where woven in the self-same hue 

Are all our former deeds; 
This life 's a counterpart of earth 

Wherein we sowed the seeds. 



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A f mttlj's Khxm 

^■f my schoolmates and acquaintances 
Lfl This message I send: 

Though we meet with death's change, 
Our love never ends. 
While we cherish each thought 

Of our pleasure while here, 
May we meet to renew them 
In some higher sphere. 



My Wife and I 85 



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/iJU ANY long years, my wife and I 
* 1 IL Traversed this earthly field, 
^*^And sowed the seed that we must reap, 

As each their kind doth yield. 
Some times our course was dark and rough, 

Again was smooth and bright, 
As clouds of sorrow passed away, 

And we stood in the light. 

Then oft' those mountains viewed ahead, 

And streams we had to cross; 
When we had reached the verge of each, 

Their vastness then was lost. 
Much of the danger we foresaw, 

And trouble borrowed, too, 
When we stood face to face with them, 

How they diminished grew. 

And many times when we looked back, 

Over the route we came, 
We saw where we had missed our course, 

Wherein we were to blame. 
Whereas, if we had thoughtful been, 

And viewed life's chart more clear, 
Much of the irksome paths we 'd missed, 

And reached a brighter sphere. 



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Yet not unlike earth's multitude, 

Each has his grief and joy; 
No life so pure but what they find 

It mixed with some alloy. 
For none there be who error not, 

So we '11 be satisfied, 
If we an average here should make 

In life's uncertain tide. 



ffiamp of Season 

^jJy^EEP your lamp of reason burning, 
jIV Exploring every field of thought, 
With the hope and ardent yearning — 
What you 've gained truth has wrought. 



Our Angel Daughter 87 

/fj\UR angel daughter robed in white 
Iff/ From the celestial fields of light, 
Absent from your home above 
To visit those you dearly love 
That still remain in earthly bonds — 
Of you we 're also very fond. 

Oh, cherub sweet, our own dear child, 

Aloof from all that would beguile, 
Pure as the brightest crystal form 

You unto higher life were born. 
Fostered and cherished by angel friends 

Who o'er your couch oft' loving bend, 
And safely guide your footsteps here 

As angel courier to this sphere. 



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^UUHY stand you gazing and amazed, 
Stunned through fear and dread, 
With faculties benumbed and dazed, 
Lest you might be misled; 
Induced to drop fallacious themes, 
Accepting truth instead? 

Why be content with bigot's creed, 
Would you not know the right, 

And follow e'er where truth doth lead 
From darkness into light; 

Where all those fancied scenes of woe 
Will vanish from your sight? 

Life will seem one radiant glow 

Of never ending joy, 
When you the simple truth shall know 

Divested of alloy. 
Then superstition's ghastly form 

Will cease you to annoy. 



Jealousy 89 



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EALOUSY, thou fiendish monster, 
Rankling in the breast of man; 

Like a serpent, every ready 
To insert its deadly fangs. 



Constant in thy vague surmising, 
Filled with bitterness of soul, 

Blighting every earthly prospect 
That would aid you to unfold. 

Likened to a maddened tempest; 

The raging of a restless sea; 
Passing of a deadly simoon, 

Or some contagious malady. 

Why allow such darkened passions 
Thus to dwarf your spirit here, 

Stultify your finer senses, 
Retard your course in higher spheres. 



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IFE would be bleak without the joys 
That light our pathway day by day; 

So then embrace each opportune 
As through earth's course you wend your way. 



That each may have his equal share 
Of raptured bliss as they prefer, 

Selecting as it seemeth best, 
Earth's fleeting joys without demur. 



Abraham Lincoln 91 

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'JPJ EVOID of title, distinction or gold, 

^JR| Unknown, and lowly of birth; 

^^ As the desert flowers their beauty unfold, 

He disclosed merit and worth. 
Through intrinsic virtues deeply inbred, 

Shielded by justice and love; 
Truly 't would seem he was fostered and led 

By unseen forces above. 

His paths through childhood were rugged and steep, 

His pleasures, simple and few. 
Though the wolf of want to his home would creep, 

Yet chaste and guiltless he grew. 
His backwoods life made him fearless and strong, 

Mid wilds oft' lonely and deep, 
As he mused and wandered, chanting some song 

With throb of nature to keep. 

As his orchestra was the sweet songs of birds, 

The brook o'er the stony fall, 
Or the tinkling bell of the grazing herd, 

Would joy to his musings call. 
Thus, mid rural scenes to manhood grew, 

His school-days scarcely a year, 
Of life's restless ocean, little he knew, 
Or its dangers safely to clear. 



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The fond environs of his rustic home, 

Seemed much diminished in size, 
The fields and surroundings, narrow had grown, 

Than viewed by his youthful eyes. 
So bidding farewell to plow and flail, 

And many enchanting scenes, 
And his dear old axe, for splitting rails, 

On which he had often leaned. 

Out into the world's arena steps forth 

To meet the contentious foe; 
Thus try his mettle, whilst blazing his course, 

As through life's mazes doth go. 
His studious mind, to his books did yield, 

Which wrought a wondrous change, 
His feet soon tread more extended fields, 

With deep and broadening range. 

The implanted seeds of candor and truth, 

Guided his footsteps aright, 
Indelibly stamped on his soul from youth, 

Shone forth as a beacon light. 
Spotless integrity engraved his name, 

As seen in his life we trace, 
In letters of gold, on the tablets of fame, 

That time can never efface. 



Nature's Unfoldment 93 



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(jyrATURE'S unfoldment, oft' called death, 
V\ I wait witn fervent cheer, 
When the mortal is laid to rest, 
Surely there 's naught to fear. 
This change we see, is first degree 

In upward course of man, 
Forever from earthly bondage free, 
'Midst lofty scenes to stand. 

Nature, 't is seen can not refrain 

From seal of Winter's tomb, 
But is not dead, returns again 

To life and vernal bloom. 
Thus, with the disembodied soul, 

When lost from mortal eyes, 
'T is nature's process to unfold, 

But never, never dies. 



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nHOSE by-gone days so blithe and fair, 
Long ere my cranium was bare, 
There comes through dreamy mist of time, 
Memory sweet, yea, most sublime, 
Ere decrepitude's cruel sway 
Had changed my locks to silver gray. 

Her charming form and sprightly ways, 
As in time's mirror backward gaze, 

Again I see, in fancy greet, 
And muse of osculations sweet. 

But cruel fate and Cupid's dart 
Did pierce and rend two loving hearts. 



Brotherhood of Man 95 



TtftfE are watching, wishing, waiting, 
T4- Hope— long deferred, may come. 
*^^ 'Midst the din and strife of battle 

Faintly sounds the fife and drum. 
How we wish the conflict ended 

Ere the coming of the morn, 
As we view the sad commotion 

And the ever gathering storm. 

We are waiting, watching, wishing, 

When man to man will be 
As brothers— on this earthly plane, 

One joyous family. 
When freed from worldly greed and strife, 

With motive pure and good, 
'T is then, and only then, we '11 see 

United brotherhood. 

We are wishing, watching, waiting, 

In hopes that time will come, 
When all will lend a helping hand 

To labor's busy hum. 
And all the world have equal rights, 

One joyous, happy band, 
All deadly strife will then give way 

To brotherhood of man. 



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^f N retrospective paths of man we find 
If I His footprints washed from off the sands of time, 
Thus, as to origin, or destiny's lot, 
Sadly regret to say, we knoweth not; 
And thus far fail to find the missing link, 
So, from the beast, his class remains distinct. 

As ages pass, more vast their numbers grow, 
With wonder gaze upon them, come and go 

Like varied scenes upon the shores of time, 
A passing glance, then vanish from the mind. 

Oh! wondrous race, of this our mother earth, 
To this vast conquest, ever giving birth. 

And now with zeal, across death's dark abyss, 
They 've cast a line, and find life still exists. 

Have learned, death lifts the latch to higher spheres, 
Who send the gladsome news to those still here, 

Firmly believing, from what they hear and see, 
Their course extends through all eternity. 




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w\ Without commencement or end; 
Ceaseless, flowing onward and on 
Where earth and eternity blend. 



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Oft' one's vision of thought grows dim 
As fain he would follow its course, 

Or scanning the lapse of time, 
In hopes to discover its source. 

The voyage down the river of life, 
From youth, 'til earth's journey is through, 

Should be, in maintaining a course 
You '11 naught have occasion to rue. 

Be thoughtful, and study life's chart 
. That points out the rocks and the reef, 
The shoals and the rapids to shun; 
In fact every danger, in brief. 

Then make the best record you can 
In guiding your bark on its way, 

Till you 've passed the valley of death, 
And entered the portals of day. 



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Mv bxUtxan at a $ tmtr 

^f N concert with friends, on a bright June day, 
jjlj Through the Ozark Hills we wended our way; 
Laying life's routine of cares to one side 
O'er fanciful seas of pleasure to glide. 
Passing many fine scenes, at last we drew reins 

On the shady banks of the River James. 
The sweet songs of birds so gladdened our hearts, 
That Nature seemed bent its joys to impart. 

We rambled through dales, high cliffs we did climb; 

With awe stood entranced o'er scenes most sublime. 
Strolling the banks of that beautiful stream 

My thoughts did revert as if in a dream. 
I fancied I stood 'midst Indian homes, 

Where long years ago they peacefully roamed, 
Fishing and hunting and boating as we, 

At times interspersed with their jubilees. 



Meditation at a Picnic 99 

Spreading their banquets, as we, on the ground, 

Thanking the Great Spirit with hearts most profound ; 
Quenching their thirst at the very same spring 

Whilst their gleeful shouts oft' made the woods ring. 
Lo! where are they now? All vanished and gone. 

Sadly lamenting, I earnestly longed 
To welcome them back to the land they adored, 

Ruthlessly seized by the wield of the sword. 

Oh, could we unroll from the scroll of the past, 

Locked in time's vault, that is ever held fast, 
Many dark pages recorded would find, 

We fain would erase from the tablets of time! 
But the world 's emerging from deeds of night, 

As time moves on, is approaching the light, 
And the day is nearing when wars will cease 

Through compact of international peace. 

LOFC. 



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^♦UITH all man's faults the world moves on, 
ill There 's growth in spite of whims; 
^^ In spite of creeds, truth will succeed, 

The right is sure to win. 
But never think your route be smooth 

When errors you 'd repair; 
Doubtless the world will frown on you: 

But then, what need you care? 

'T was once supposed the world was flat 

And rested on the main; 
Copernicus pronounced it false — 

By that he lost his fame. 
Galileo claimed it moved, 

Was round instead of square; 
For that, the Pope imprisoned him: 

But then, why need he care? 

For thus it 's been for ages past, 

When man proclaimed a truth 
That lead from out the beaten path, 

He 's herald with abuse. 
Heed not the rabbling, thoughtless crew, 

Fearless the truth declare; 
In time the world will honor you: 

So then, why need you care? 



Life's Record 101 






F our journey down the steeps of time, 

Unerring record we keep, 
Registered on the enduring mind, 

Indelible and complete. 



Each act through life is chronicled there, 
And our thoughts— whether evil or good, 

Are recorded with explicit care, 
And by each are understood. 

No judge or jury then will we need 
When we reach our home over there, 

As each in earth's book of life will read, 
And their own verdict declare. 

So then it behooves us — one and all, 
To have a bright future in store, 

That each may hear the merited call: 
Thou blessed forevermore. 



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H wayward mortals, frail indeed, 

Who cultivate the noxious weeds, 
And when your earthly course is run, 
To find them garnered, every one, 
In the vast future storehouse laid, 

Which represents your stock in trade, 
Each labeled with the choicest care, 
With information, when and where. 

Redemption from your sins, you '11 find, 

Simply consists in growth of mind. 
Nor can you shift your misdeeds here, 

Through prayer or vain pretentious tear, 
And those that once seemed to appease 

Your conscience, when on bended knees, 
For some foul act that you had done, 

No absolution had you won. 

How strange, mankind can not see 

The grand results of unity, 
Of making earth a joyous home 

Where care and sorrow ne'er is known, 
A lifelong course of noble deeds, 

Fruits and flowers, instead of weeds, 
Then when you reach the higher spheres 

Your greetings will be void of tears. 



Friendship 103 



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Congenial souls as one; 
In joyous bands of one accord, 

As life's rough course they run. 



Earthly vicissitudes they view, 
Mingled with grief and joy; 

But friendship as a magnet true, 
Admits of no alloy. 



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OW that you have barely started 
On life's course that has no end, 

Listen to the voice of reason — 
You will find no better friend. 



It will guide you through life's valley, 
Up the rugged, steep hill-side, 

Through the darksome days of sorrow 
As in sunshine be your guide. 

When you are gleaning golden thoughts 
From the varied sands of time, 

Reason is your only safe-guard, 
Aiding you the truth to find. 



The Cosmopolite 105 



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• HO' the world's ensigns, unfurled to the breeze, 
I L The cosmopolite you '11 find at his ease, 
No fixed habitation his course to stay, 
Of the earth's wide range has absolute sway. 

Where e'er he sojourns is always at home, 

As fancy dictates, thither he roams, 
Free as the fountain that bubbles forth, 

Or skylark winging its songful course. 

Bound to no country, no honors await, 
His bark ever waft by the winds of fate; 

Ever aloof to the- world's bitter strife, 
Peacefully wending his journey of life. 

Foot-sore and weary at the close of earth's path, 
Quietly lays down his compass and staff, 

To resume his travels in higher spheres 

'Midst enchanting scenes and visions more clear. 



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(For Children's Recitation) 

H heedless man, could we dissuade 
Your mind from fogy rules, 

Then we 'd suggest a higher grade 
Of spelling in the schools. 



Orthography we'd have you change, 
Pronounce the way you spell, 

You then would cease to rack your brain, 
Your scholars, too, as well. 

Tis true you 've grown with rapid turn 

In many lines of thought, 
But strange you seem so unconcerned 

With orthography, as taught. 

The old stage-coach is out of date, 
Propelled by horse and mule; 

Spelling should meet an equal fate, 
At least should change the rule. 

In spelling of a simple word 

Use letters just enough, 
That you may gain the proper sound, 

Yet having no surplus. 



Needful Amendments 107 

And those that do adopt the rule 

Of spelling words by sound, 
Will rid the world of much abuse, 

And make themselves renowned. 

Strange so long it 's been deferred, 

On each with wonder gaze, 
So easy thus in spelling words, 

You '11 simply be amazed. 

The superfluous letters used 

Take much important time; 
Besides, each needless one refused 

Will shorten up the lines. 

The well-sweep and the wooden plow, 

The flail to thresh the grain, 
Are only seen as relics now, 

But our lexicon 's unchanged. 

Why longer now postpone this need 

Important to us all? 
'T is hoped you will at once give heed, 

And answer to this call. 



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fOUTH, with his myriad visions bright, 
Looks out upon life's tranquil earth 
With bouyant hopes and footsteps light, 
That note the zeal of future worth. 
The world is filled with magic scenes; 

Views fleeting time — without concern, 
And yet amid these blissful days, 
To reach manhood he often yearns. 

Onward he moves, as pathway lies 

Through destined course of earth's career, 
But soon to manhood he arrives, 

Then youthful visions disappear. 
Life, then, is not what he had dreamed — 

Finds frequent barriers in his way; 
Oft' things reverse from what they seemed, 

Retarding progress day by day. 

There 's untold avenues to face — 

The time has come for him to choose— 
Some lead to honor, some disgrace, 

As much depends on methods used. 
If he an upright course would lead, 

Would shun the vile and darksome ways, 
If just, most surely he '11 succeed, 

And bright will be his closing days. 



This Mundane Career 109 

Placed in the earthly furrow now 

There 's no such thing as turning back; 
Must hold the handle of his plow 

And strive to garner only facts. 
Errors, likes tares amid the wheat 

Must separate, with watchful care, 
If he would have his work complete, 

That will with solid facts compare. 

His aim (as likewise others should), 

In traversing this mundane sphere- 
To strive to render all the good 

To those that see their way less clear. 
So when the shades of closing day 

Shall fall across his aged bier, 
All who knew him could truly say 

The world 's improved, his being here. 



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(Recitation for Children) 

^JTHE summer sun with reddening glow, 

ill O'erlaid as with a pall 

^■^ By deepening clouds, sullen and low, 

The rain has commenced to fall, 
The rumbling thunder overhead 

Bespeaks a dreaded scene, 
The loveliness of earth has fled, 

Chaos now rules supreme. 

The lightning flash, and forked darts, 

Passing zigzag through the skies, 
As if some ogre fain would impart, 

That he the world defies. 
The scene more dark and fearful grows, 

Death-dealing bolts are hurled, 
'T would seem that now' the airy foes 

Meant destruction to the world. 

But the clouds are breaking in the east, 

The rain has ceased to fall; 
A conference, beseeching peace, 

By storm king now is called. 
And lo! the sun has cast aside 

The veil of darksome gray, 
And through the azure sky it glides, 

Shedding gladness on its way. 



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Would solve the secret and its laws detect, 
That all might trace the cause to its effect. 
The numerous forms that earth is sending forth, 

Each following their respective course, 
Ever sustained by universal law, 

Move quietly along without a seeming flaw. 

No two retain precisely the same form, 

Although in close proximity were born; 
Likewise in men, in their extended thought, 

Oft' differ some in their conclusions wrought; 
Yet ever held by these invariable laws, 

That they must constant search for hidden cause, 
Which oft' from them are closely hid from sight, 

Whilst each are slowly moving toward the light. 



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SJmtomtt injures 

/tf ARNER innocent pleasures 
1 Ja Their joyance will glow, 
'T will brighten your 
Journey through life, 
Your soul will unfold 

As a fragrant flower, 
Unmingled with 
Sorrow or strife. 

But reject ever those 

Of a darksome hue, 
Their sojourn is 

Transient and brief, 
Such gilded joys 

Soon wear away, 
Their pleasure 

Transform into grief. 



Youthful Aspirations 113 

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^aj^HEN you start out in life 
ill Have an object in view, 
Ever aim to succeed 
Whatsoever you do. 
If you wish to acquire 
Some vocation to fill, 
Strive hard to excel, 
Much depends on your will. 

Weigh well your intention 

The object you 'd gain, 
Your fitness for such 

Should be your sole aim. 
But in lead of all else, 

Any plans you may lay, 
From strict rules of justice 

Avow never to sway. 



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(For Children's Recitation) 

Y thoughts commingle with present and past, 
As through foreign countries I roam; 

When foot-sore and lonely, they center, alas, 
'Midst scenes in my own country home. 



The most sacred spot my feet ever traced. 

Ah me, and those friends I forsook, 
I ever shall feel their loving embrace, 

And regret the false step that I took. 

Love of adventure, so hard to appease, 
Its cravings I vain would control, 

As I fancy I see amidst the green trees 
The gray gabled cottage of old. 

That dear old home where the light of the sun 
First shone on my innocent head, 

Ere I ventured the course I warn all to shun, 
That romantic stories had fed. 



A Tramp's Lament 115 

When the evening shades have gathered 'round, 

Perhaps with a comrade or more; 
Without food or shelter, lie on the ground, 

I wish then my wanderings were o'er. 

That again I might rest fearless of harm, 

In the rustic old home far away, 
Where years ago, when I knew not its charms, 

Allured and misguided, did stray. 

The barnyard fowls, the horses and cows, 

Even the pigs I left in the sty, 
Freshly appear in my memory now, 

Which brings forth an audible sigh. 

If spared to return, will try and retrieve 

For the wayward years I have spent, 
No alluring tale again will deceive, 

But at home will remain content. 



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^/F through its precepts you are growing 
Jll Brighter in earth's primal field, 
If the seed that you are sowing 
Will a joyous harvest yield, 
You through noble acts are moulding 

A pure and spotless soul within; 
Constant, through new truths unfolding, 
You need no other course begin. 

Should you upon the other hand, 

Travel that old delusive path 
Where reason is in least demand, 

That leads from out a misty past. 
Explicit faith, your guiding star, 

A sin to entertain a doubt, 
Your senses locked as with a bar; 

Do not delay, but change your route. 



A Square Deal For Every Man 117 

A Square S?al 3ax iEwrg iHan 

/fj\N this round ball that is dotted with men, 
Iff/ In various groups, station, and hue, 

Destined one and all, to reach the same end, 
Though varied the time, and course, it is true; 
Is it not proper each one should feel, 
That he is entitled to have a square deal? 

What signifies rank, if such you should hold; 

Whether royal, or humble your birth. 
Suppose you 've a title, and abundance of gold, 

You number but one on this big round earth. 
There are billions more, you vain would conceal, 

Entitled, as you, to have a square deal. 

There 's plenty of food and raiment for all, 
And lands, that each might have him a home. 

Why then wish to grasp this whole earthly ball, 
That each of mankind, their portion should own; 

Better each have his turn at fortune's wheel, 
That all men, henceforth, may have a square deal. 



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'AS this advent of truth welcomed by all, 
Alike the parched earth when the raindrops fall, 
Renewing life's freshness, fragrance and joy, 
Or, with preconceived views, mixed with alloy, 
Deterring an interest in many to learn, 
The glorious fact of spirit return? 

Was the clergy in line, with flags unfurled, 
To welcome the news from the spirit world, 

Willing to abandon their worn out creeds, 
And zealously follow where truth may lead, 

Like our forefathers who fought to the end, 
Their rights to maintain, their country defend? 

No, its advent here, as you all have seen, 
Was as unsought as the meek Nazarene. 

Press and pulpit cried delusion and fraud, 
And the masses joined as of one accord, 

Determined to stick to the old beaten path 
That had served the world for ages past. 

Unconscious were they of the angel force, 
Whose mission here is to change man's course 

From erroneous myths and barren fields, 
To a vast expanse where truth ever yields 

An abundant harvest of facts untold, 
Smoothing earth's journey, enriching the soul. 



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The Conservative Man 119 

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F by chance you should look for a conservative man 

No matter what station he holds, 
You are most apt to find him in the rear of the -van, 

For he 's never constitutionally bold. 



He would prefer to say ' 'Go, ' ' than ' 'Come, follow me, ' ' 

If it leads where danger is rife, 
Should it ever so happen he 's found in the lead, 

You may vouch there 's no danger of life. 

To revolutionary moves he 's utterly opposed, 
Changes, he fears, may make matters worse; 

Any new enterprise from the old beaten paths, 
He believes to be only a curse. 

But the dauntless, unceasing waves of progression 

Majestically sweep him aside, 
As a part of the useless debris of the age, 

That is washed by the incoming tide. 



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^f F those entwined in nuptial rights 
fll Find blissful unity, 
^-^ Their course will wend through sunny 
A lifelong jubilee. [heights, 

Such earthly pilgrimage sublime, 
Through wedlock's gladsome years; 

As up life's rugged path they climb, 
Ne'er brings regretful tears. 

Through life serene, go hand in hand, 

United here as one, 
Escorted home by angel bands, 

When earth's career is run. 



But when the yoke is irksome found, 

Inclined to gall and chafe, 
When bitter words and darksome frowns, 

Their pleasures e'er deface, 

And shadows o'er their pathway fall, 
That once was bright and clear, 

Burying hope, as with a pall, 
Regarding future years; 

'T would seem most fitting to repeal 

The compact 'twixt the two, 
Nor need they yet estrangement feel, 

But wisely start anew. 




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"Oh beauteous moon, thou child of earth, 
Amidst thy companions, the stars." 



A Tribute to the Moon 121 

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H beauteous moon, thou child of earth, 
Amidst thy companions, the stars, 

How vastly remote the years of thy birth, 
Yet time ne'er thy visage can mar. 



For untold ages thy mission has been 
To transmit thy pale mellow light, 

Which softly decends, its brightness to lend, 
Dispelling the deep gloom of night. 

Oft' has humanity gazed on thy face 
With wonder and gladness combined, 

And o'er thy untraveled region would trace, 
Thy wonders and beauty to find. 

Speed onward, thou lucid nocturnal orb, 
Thy presence doth ever bring cheer, 

Deserving the praise that earth you awards; 
Without thee this world would be drear. 



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'ISDOM of man, far reaching as it may, 

In this is lost, in its immensity. 
Illimitable space, thou boundless sea, 
As vast and endless as eternity. 
Amazing, great, thy grandeur doth unfold, 

In wonder, yea, astounded e'en behold 
These countless worlds unceasing course. pursue, 
Through some invisible force are due. 

Lost in deep thought, by admiration dazed, 

As with a glass through boundless ether gaze; 
Astounded, view the endless chain of worlds 

As each invaried in their orbit whirl; 
Ever obedient to their central sun, 

Their constant aerial circuit run, 
With magic swiftness wend their noiseless course; 

To man unknown their destiny or source. 

Now our thoughts return to this, our mother earth, 

Our own dear home, from whence received our birth, 
A tiny speck upon this ocean vast, 

That other worlds may bring within their glass, 
Musing, may wonder as to conditions here, 

As we oft' have of those in distant spheres, 
But each is held within its given space, 

Subject to law, as we the human race. 



Your Mansion Above 123 



f nitr Mansion Afaow 

fOU are building a house for your future home, 
And those of your friends that 's laying the 
Depend upon you for material found, [stones 
Also condition and lay of the ground. 
If it is quaggy, gives under your feet, 
It truly denotes you practice deceit, 
The structure will be deficient and low, 
An exact counterpart of your course below. 

The workman must build from the stock you send, 

On you, most surely, the structure depends, 
If the lumber is poor, the timber untrue, 

The self-same defect will be found in you. 
So each may know ere they reach that clime, 

The exact kind of home there they will find; 
In short, you are forming it day by day, 

In each word and act, as you wend life's way. 



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'E all shall be known by our fruits, 
A proverb we hold to be true, 

Deception may lurk in appearance, 
But motives we 'd have you review. 



You would scarce look for grapes of thorns, 
Neither figs of thistles would find, 

Nor look for magnanimity 
In a gross untutored mind. 

Judge not from one's station in life, 
But more from the life he leads; 

Appearance may lead you astray, 
'T is best to rely on their deeds. 

On intrinsic goodness depend, 
Regardless of birthplace or hue; 

What matters nation or kin, 
If their deeds are noble and true? 



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NCESTRAL, and pre-natal traits, 
In man oft' wield a latent force; 

Through his unfoldment they await 
An opportune to shape his course. 



The seed that 's sown may date far back, 
Perhaps to savage tribes, who knows? 

Or in conception may have lacked 
The germ that angels would bestow. 

"As twig is bent the tree 's inclined," 

Is an axiom old and gray, 
Yet back of this we often find 

A course that oft' leads man astray. 

Virtue and vice, the two extremes, 

Exist in men of every grade; 
This life is but a shifting scene 

Where man's unfoldment is displayed. 



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HI|f re 3lfi ifeaimt 

AS I sat musing in my study one day, 
My thoughts were of heaven and Biblical lore, 
All at once into space I seemed moving away, 
Oh! was this my exit from earth evermore? 
On through the ethereal ocean of space, 

Swift as a meteor hurled through the sky, 
Oh, the exquisite scenes my eye quickly traced! 
Was I being wafted toward heaven on high? 

System upon system of worlds were passed, 

And yet in my flight I seemed nearing no end. 
I exclaimed in wonder, "Alas! alas! 

How little of thought to creation we lend! ,, 
On, on I sped through myriads of years, 

'T was through intuition I measured the time, 
Indeed I enjoyed the trip through the spheres, 

As all that I saw was most truly sublime. 

But then after untold ages had passed, 

I 'd almost forgotten the place of my birth, 
I cried in dismay, "Where is heaven, alas! 

So long proclaimed to the people of earth?" 
Then an angel appeared and said, ' 'All will find 

It is not in space, as to many it seems, 
But a harmonious condition of mind. ' ' 

And lo! I awoke, it was only a dream. 



Reformation 127 



^/F you a reformation would begin, 
^|l To rid the world of much benighted sin, 
To cause man in his present course to halt, 
In whom you see so many blighting faults, 
And follow such paths as you select, 
Pause and ponder, and on yourself reflect. 

And ere you vainly point for him a route 
Through blinded egotism you 've laid out, 

Is it not best you take an inward glance, 
Ere with your boasted precepts you advance, 

And see if naught within could be improved, 
No latent flaw therein to be removed? 



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HE guidance of the human race, 
The star of hope that sets man free, 

Lifts him from a grovelling base 
And fits him for eternity. 



Eternal greatness it has wrought, 
Has made this earth with beauty glow; 

Without, life would be as naught, 
Back into chaos all would go. 

The grandeur of this world would flee, 
Science and art would be no more, 

The image of a darksome sea 
Surging upon a wasteful shore. 

Thought, far surpassing all in flight, 
Untiring flits through endless space, 

'T is to this world a beacon light, 
The acme of the human race. 

If thought then be of so much weight, 
The ne plus ultra of earthly gain, 

'T is best all strive to reach that state 
Where noble thoughts exclusive reign. 



Wall Street Bulls and Bears 129 

Hall g>tmt lulls nnh Ipars 

~Q EALM of royal Bulls and Bears, 
4K In constant wrangle day by day, 
^*In hopes to shift their worldly cares, 
Thus keep the wolf of want away. 

You in their gilded office find 

Most polished men, with manners prime, 
Whose modesty you are inclined 

To place am^ng the most refined. 

That is, when judged from outward show, 

Which is deceptive oft' we learn, 
Like whitened sepulchers, you know, 

From inner view revolting turn. 

A different verdict then we give, 
When we are shown their inner life; 

To fleece their fellow man they live, 
With plots and darkest schemes are rife. 

The gambler, with an artful move, 

Shifts the cards to suit himself, 
And to his victim plainly proves 

That he 's entitled to the pelf. 

Likewise, this Wall Street gentry shift 
Their stocks and bonds with crafty skill, 

And from their victim's pockets lift 
The gold, their greedy vaults to fill. 



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A iMo% r a ICoup 



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MOTHER'S love will ne'er forsake you, 
It does not cease in life to come; 

Impressing you with love and counsel, 
Until your journey here is run. 



When clouds of sorrow cross your pathway, 
Or meet perhaps with bitter strife, 

Then ever heed your mother's warnings, 
They will guide you through earth life. 



CEASE your wandering 
And make you a home, 
Let not delusions 
Cause you to roam. 
Ne'er search for Utopia, 

Nor elixir of life; 
They 're found in right doing 
That make pleasures rife. 



Fogy Themes 131 



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IS time the world should cast aside 

Their notions crude and grim, 
The avenues of thought are wide 
That Truth may enter in. 



Those long revered old fogy themes 

From obscure ages brought, 
When light of truth once on them gleams, 

They 're valued then as naught. 

Nor should we grieve when truth has shown 

An error we have held, 
Though it a bosom friend has grown, 

We '11 bid it long farewell. 

Should error sometime seemeth fair, 

We ne'er should it defend, 
If cherished it prolongeth care, 

E'en with regret must end. 



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lEquai SSUgljta 



fOU men that dwell upon this mortal plane, 
Involved in mists of worldly greed and gain, 
But dimly see the light, less slow to move 
From out the beaten path or selfish groove, 
Through habit tread the old accustomed course; 

Some ne'er will change unless compelled by force. 
As true as day doth e'er precede the night, 

Each mortal here must have an equal right 
To all there is on earth, both sea and land: 
'T is but the verdict of a just demand. 

The world's millenium you then will see, 

Man evermore from human bondage free; 
Free from those who in their selfish greed, 

With hoarded wealth, insist that they must lead, 
Constant devising and concocting plans 

To usurp rights of those, their fellow man. 
Cries of justice echo from the mountain cliffs, 

"Ye lords of pelf, from such foul course desist; 
Too long by far you 've robbed this earthly hive, 

Though others toil, with idle hands you ' ve thrived. ' ' 



The Comic Valentine 133 



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F my valentine caused you sorrow, 
Instead of pleasure, produced pain, 

From this time forward I will never 
Thus impose on you again. 



With earnest zeal I '11 make an effort, 
More lofty fields of thought to gain, 

That my demeanor hence forever, 
May cause joy instead of pain. 

I sincerely hope that you '11 forgive me, 
It was a ruthless act of mine, 

To cast a shadow o'er your pathway 
With a frightful valentine. 



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(For Juvenile Recitation) 

UR neighbors' hens, a thrifty lot 
Of bantam, game, and Plymouth Rock, 

Three score or more allowed to roam- 
Simply required to roost at home. 



They 're blooded, too, as told to me, 

But that I never got too see, 
Although I 've tried with stick and stone; 

You '11 say I 'm foolish thus to own. 

Trying to scalp or lay them low, 
As o'er the garden fence they go; 

Waiting merely to get their breath, 
When back they come my skill to test. 

So dexterous they have become, 

That when the missies 'round them hum 
They duck their heads, then fly away— 

Thus apt by being trained each day. 

Likewise repeated o'er an o'er, 
Taxing my patience more and more, 

And then what havoc they have made — 
To waste our garden they have laid. 



Our Neighbor's Hens 135 

Our beans and peas are scattered 'round, 
Completely scratched from out the ground, 

My flower beds are ruined, too; 
So vexed I scarce know what to do. 

A friend suggests 't would serve them right, 

If on some dark and stormy night, 
Some one, light-fingered, as they say, 

Would come and take them far away. 

Would that be right? not so, I fear, 

And yet if true I 'd shed no tear. 
The holy records from above 

Command that we our neighbors love. 

"Do unto others as you would 

That they should do" with us holds good. 
Gladly such precepts we commend, 

But they to poultry do n't extend. 



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SattpM f atfya 

/fj\H, would that all the world might shun 
I ILJ That which retards the soul, 
y< -*S And strive through truth and uprightness 
Their being to unfold. 

Abandoning the baneful paths 
That lead to regions base, 

Where evil poisons every thought- 
Brings sadness and disgrace. 

A record of each soul is kept 

By those in angel sphere, 
And all who wish can truly know 

Our moral standing here. 

If happiness is your intent, 

Why wander from the goal, 
Through dismal fields of sin and woe 

And wretchedness untold. 

Where sinful pleasures turn to dross, 

Or vanish from your sight, 
To find the course, to your dismay, 

Has darkened into night. 

Then with remorse, and blush of shame, 

Your footsteps must retrace; 
Filled with compunction for loss of time 

Forever gone to waste. 



Problematic 137 



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/Cg^OULD I penetrate the universe— 
LJL Grasp with thought, cosmic laws, 

Could scan the worlds, teeming with life, 
With no perceptive flaws; 
Could reach the heights of supremacy, 

And gaze on all below — 
Could realize I 'd reached the end 
Of all there is to know. 

Would this summit of knowledge bring joy, 
To know my course was run, 

Or was my pleasure greater by far, 
When I had scarce begun? 

'T would seem there is more consolation, 
As to the growth of the soul, 

That man's expansion is limitless- 
Will never cease to unfold. 



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^j£OW sad to reflect, when called far away 
lij From friends and kindred to part, 
• ^y To relinquish the pleasures of many a day, 

Brings sorrow to many a heart. 
As thus we have gone to our country's call, 

Our destiny that is unknown, 
But hope to return to greet one and all 
Of our dear ones who welcome us home. 

Our mission is to relieve the oppressed 

From the grasp of tyrannical Spain, 
And rebuke the foul deed, could do nothing less 

In behalf of the dead of the Maine. 
When our task is complete then you will find, 

But this to you all is well known, 
If spared to return will make a bee line 

To you in our cozy old home. 

What beauty is seen in each quiet nook 

Now sacredly held in esteem, 
Naught but for country would we have forsook 

The scenes reproduced in our dreams. 
In fancy we traverse the beauteous hills, 

By the rivers leisurely roam, 
With emotions suppressed our hearts oft' fill, 

When musing of loved ones at home. 



The Soldier's Soliloquy 139 

Some pleasure we have reviewing the scenes 

Indelibly traced on the brain, 
The scroll of the past delightfully gleams 

As we view it again and again. 
Naught can erase from the tablets of mind, 

Regardless of where we may roam, 
Those enchanting scenes forever sublime 

That surround our own country home. 



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($ur IGyrntm prntr 

^f N contemplation of pleasures in 
41 store, 
^-^ Away to some realm of fancy we 

soar, 
And wander through scenes of expectant 

bliss, 
As many no doubt had pictured in 

this. 

It seemed the whole school was enraptured 

with glee, 
Eager to know when the excursion would 

be, 
And bright were the visions that flit thro' 

their dreams; 
In their mental sky not a cloud to be 

seen. 

Crystal Cave was chosen their place of 

resort, 
Naught stood in the way their pleasure 

to thwart, 
All buoyant with hope, respecting the 

day, 
Sunshine and joy to have absolute 

sway. 



Oar Lyceum Picnic 141 

Alas! how obscure is the vision of 

man, 
Oft' disappointed in deeply laid 

plans, 
And many predictions respecting the 

weather, 
Do n't carry with them the weight of a 

feather. 

In arranging the picnic, days and weeks 

flew past, 
But the coveted day, though prolonged, 

came at last. 
The wagonette crammed like a box of 

sardines, 
Blissfully unconscious of gathering 

scenes. 

Dark threatening clouds on the horizon 

lay, 
Soon heaven's blue vault became shrouded 

with gray. 
Was all recreation and games they had 

planned, 
On seas of misfortune thus ruthlessly to 

strand? 



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At first, scattering drops, then how it 

did rain! 
From shedding tears some scarce could 

refrain. 
"We ought to have known it would rain," 

said one, 
' 'We are a set of ninnies, ' ' another 

begun. 

A song was then chanted, at first soft 

and low, 
Their dampened ardor to fan it 

aglow; 
With the sweet melody their hearts seemed 

to fill, 
Till in concert they woke the echoing 

hills. 

But on they speeded, my! the wheels they 

did spin, 
The mud how it flew, what a rattle and 

din, 
O'er the rough stony creeks, up hill and 

down, 
Through the picturesque scenes of Ozark's 

renown. 



Our Lyceum Picnic 143 



At last they alight in a beautiful 

grove, 
The storm unabated forbids them to 

rove. 
So to enter the cave it was Hobson's 

choice, 
Thus protected from the rain, all felt to 

rejoice. 

Through the intricate cavern, wending 

their way, 
Each smeared head and foot with a 

moistening clay, 
One attired in a shawl, with countenance 

grave, 
Was presumed and accosted an Indian 

brave, 

The wonders they beheld in that 

subterrene, 
Would require a geologist them to 

explain. 
Who would hold them more choice than 

saphires of old, 
Or pearls that would bring many nuggets 

of gold. 



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The stalactites and stalagmites were 

simply grand, 
And watchfully guarded by one 

Mr. Mann, 
Sole owner of that subterranean 

ground, 
Where crystal formations of wonder 

abound. 

A lunch of dainties under shelter was 

spread, 
And each to the uttermost fullness 

was fed; 
Their host entertained with his talking 

machine, 
And though the heavens wept their hearts 

were serene. 

True, the weather inclement, it was not 

so bad, 
And many expressed they were really 

glad 
They had taken the trip, of the pleasures 

partook, 
Thus adding a bright chapter to memory's 

book. 



Christopher Columbus 145 



QUjnBtopljer (Eolumtms 

(For Children's Recitation) 

^I^OUR hundred years have glided by, 
^w\ As y° u '^ reca H to mind, 
*^ Since Columbus ventured out to sea, 

This continent to find. 
King Ferdinand called his wise men 

Together at his court, 
To listen to this seaman's scheme 
And their opinion note. 

Columbus gave the reason why 

He thought the earth was round, 
And land upon the other side, 

By sailing west, be found. 
They said to him, ' If that be true, 

Kindly to us explain, 
When you have reached the under side 

How you '11 return to Spain. 

"And how the people there could live 

With their heads hanging down; 
Where all things topsy-turvy grow 

As surely would be found." 
So thus his views were ridiculed 

By kings and noted men; 
But Queen Isabella her jewels pledged 

Assistance him to lend. • 



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Three small ships she fitted out, 

With ninety seamen manned, 
That he might sail the western sea 

In quest of unknown land. 
But when from shore many long weeks, 

His crew became concerned, 
And threatened to throw him overboard 

And to their homes return. 

He pacified as best he could 

Their constant growing fear, 
But with keen yearnings, long delayed, 

Onward he bravely steered, 
'Til on one bright October morn 

A signal gun was fired; 
Then cheers rang out, that land 's in sight; 

Now, victory him inspired. 

His hope, for years, now realized— 

'T was cheering to his soul. 
His dream at last had come to pass, 

Had reached at last his goal. 
It shows what men of worth can do, 

Inspired with rightful aim- 
Can prove a blessing to the world, 

Thus merit honest fame. 



Creation 147 



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*TJT IS hard when you once bring your mind to 
1|L Give reason unlimited sway, [bear, 

To truly believe and firmly declare— 
If you stop to think on your way — 
That out of nothing this vast universe, 

Which in unending space now lays, 
Teeming with worlds far greater than this, 
Was created all in six days. 

What was there before this grand enterprise, 

Before the commencement of time, 
Ere the light of the sun was seen in the skies, 

Please will you this problem define? 
When one vast nothing, with naught to be seen, 

As all was invisible then; 
Was no place to stand, on nothing to lean; 

On nothing which you could depend. 



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OES all of life's routine, 
With cautious review, 

Meet your approbation— 
Would repeat them anew? 



Or would you find some things 
You would like to erase, 

Some blots on life's booklet 
Its completeness deface? 

Detracting its lustre, 
Thus beclouding your sky, 

So indelibly fixed, 
All expunging defy. 

'T was thus from beginning, 
'T is the lot of each soul, 

Who with honest endeavor 
Would their being unfold, 

To find in their journey 
Many swerves in life's line; 

But if just in their dealings 
They will straighten in time. 



The Demon of Our Land 149 



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. HIS evil spirit in our land 
1 1 Our people should decry, 

Amidst them here exalting stands 
And would them all defy. 



His mission here has ever been 

To sin, and riots call; 
The downfall of myriads of men— 

His name is Alcohol. 

How oft' these words I utter here, 

Repeated o'er and o'er, 
And yet they seem to cause no fear, 

No heart they seem to gore. 

Why calmly fold your arms and say 

I 've not this work to do; 
This demon, I have not to slay, 

As if 't was naught to you. 

Each man should strive to be the first 
To rid his country's wrong, 

Which as a pall, or blighting curse, 
Has been sadly prolonged. 



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Has caused so many hearts to bleed, 
And friends so ruthless slain; 

Or from the right did lure and lead, 
And fiendishly defame. 

And now my heart grows doubly sad, 

Our nation thus to side, 
Instead of grief, seems truly glad 

This demon 'round us glides. 

Ne'er tries to stay his fiendish hand, 

In crime doth aid him still; 
Ne'er strives to drive him from our land, 

Our treas'ry thus to fill. 



Nature's Work 151 



Natures Work 



^[^NENDING space is nature's reservoir, 
4fl The storehouse of all things; 
^^All substance there exists without alloy, 

And hither all we see, it brings. 
Like a magician with his magic wand 

Brings objects forth you see and hear, 
And then again perhaps at his command 
They quickly from you disappear. 

Likewise with nature in its gaseous state, 

All substance thus is hid from view, 
But through the innate power not long do wait 

Ere their material forms renew. 
Thus through this procreative act we see 

The change through evolution wrought, 
Which in the rounds again released and free, 

Its vapor home again is sought. 

All things are constant undergoing change, 

No miracle is wrought thereby — 
But midst this wondrous and boundless range, 

The cause and its effect there lie; 
And as we move along through ceaseless time, 

We still can learn of nature's work- 
To time, or space, was never yet confined, 

Nor from its ceaseless task did shirk. 



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M? ligtlant 

/|t%N earth's obscure route you'll have to look out, 

1 JlJ Or in many a trap you '11 be led; 

^-^ Not all gold that shines, nor all just, you '11 find, 

But this has often been said; 
Some do n't give it weight, but nibble the bait 

That has been so artfully set, 
And when they gaze 'round, too late they have found 

They 're snugly entrapped in a net. 

Your friends will agree, and give advice free, 

And say you 've been shamefully used; 
With vision astute, would have you bring suit 

To regain the rights thus abused. 
If their views you take, you '11 find when too late 

Your trouble has only begun; 
It 's just a new game to trap you again, 

You 've lost if they say you have won. 

The best way you '11 find, now keep this in mind, 

Have your eyes wide open and clear; 
Be on the alert, you '11 find it will work, 

And don't believe all that you hear. 
Look where you go, and be sure that you know 

The ground over which you 're to pass; 
You '11 find when you 're through, if honest and true, 

You ne'er have to utter, "Alas!" 



Paddle Your Own Canoe 153 

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^ffN my journey down the river of life 
Ti I found this important to do: 
^-^ To keep an outlook some distance ahead 

And paddle my own canoe. 
'T is well to heed the advice of a friend, 

His counsel may oft' assist you; 
But ever lay out a course of your own 

And paddle your own canoe. 

For what availeth this journey of life 

If shown whatsoever you do, 
Allowing others to point out the way, 

Thus paddling your canoe? 
'T is best I have found to select your course, 

May meet with failures 't is true; 
Yet, how consoling to pave your own way, 

And paddle your own canoe. 

Though zigzag your route with many short 

Some things you sadly may rue, [turns, 
Still there is solace in the fond thought, 

You paddled your own canoe. 
And thus did unfold— developed the soul, 

Broadened and strengthened you too; 
This now I would say to all mankind: 

Just paddle your own canoe. 



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(§m Htfcfltu? a Ho%r w Ifcft Alone 

*M 'VE just got a letter from ma, 
Jll She says she is left all alone— 
What say to me taking a trip 
And coax her to come with me home? 
One by one we have taken our course, 

Each answering destiny's call; 
'Til none are left to aid her now, 
And 't is growing late in the Fall. 

The winters there are fierce and wild, 

Piercing winds oft' reaching a gale; 
O'er the fields they pitiless glide, 

Often freighted with snow and hail. 
Her home has seen its best days, 

The shingles and stone-work are old; 
Where now much shrunken and warped, 

Come the snow and shivering cold. 



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Our Widowed Mother is Left Alone 155 

Often charms that memory brings, 

Binds closely old scenes to the heart, 
The sad farewell of lifelong friends, 

With them she '11 reluctantly part. 
We '11 make her new home so pleasant, 

'T is hoped she '11 not wish to return — 
In case she should we '11 not defer 

Any wish of her's we may learn. 

She 's nearing her eightieth years' 

Sojourn midst pleasure and pain, 
Soon will pass to realms of joy, 

From loved ones ne'er severed again. 
During her stay here, each will try 

As best in our minds can be wrought, 
To make her home here as one above, 

Which she in our infancy taught. 



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promoter of i§m\\\\ 

^■JTHIS promoter of health is aged, 
ill Was a friend of old Father Time; 
^■^He counseled and guided his footsteps, 
Through the primeval days, we find. 
He used no drugs whatsoever, 

But instructs the world how to live, 
Whereby they avoid all diseases, 

The elixir of life he gives. 

"An ounce of preventative' ' 't is said, 

"More than equals a pound of cure," 
And those that follow his hygenic course, 

The sequel of health may secure. 
The methods he adopts are simple, 

Unsavored with mysteries deep, 
Requires no knowledge of Latin, 

Nor in materia-medica steeped. 

If you with sanitary rules comply, 

Eat sparingly of wholesome food, 
Each day unite in athletic sports 

In a vivacious pleasant mood; 
Endeavor to have your regular sleep 

In apartments airy and clean, 
Indulge in no intoxicants, 

Then your life will be pure and serene. 



Union of Thought 157 



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'OULD it not be well if the world would lay by 

All of their isms and creeds; 
Kindly unite on some neutral ground, and 
Follow wherever truth leads; 
Would it not do away with much discord and strife, 

Come nearer obtaining facts, 
If each fraternally would scan all sides, 

Amending the truth where it lacks? 
Hew close to the line, let the chips of error 

Fall wheresoever they will, 
Be sure in your structure, the timber is sound 

From dome to lowermost sill. 
Then your work Will stand through ages to come, 

With reason and truth for its base, 
Fantastical storms, or derisive winds, 

Can never this building displace. 
So when you have finished earth's journey, 

And have passed from the place of your birth, 
Can look back with much consolation, 

To the work you accomplished on earth. 



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AY back in ancient days of Rome, 

E'en to the present date, 
St. Valentine's Day is widely known, 

When birds doth choose their mates. 



While as 't is claimed a grand success 
With those — the feathered tribe, 

Some men select and think it best 
This day to choose their bride. 

Thus February, fourteenth day, 

Is said to be the time 
When Cupid makes his grand display 

Of lovely valentines. 

His mellifluent missives fly 
Through each enlightened land, 

Imparting joy both far and nigh 
As like some angel band. 



An Infidel 159 



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NE who dares to question every sacred book, 

Their source and authenticity doth scan, 
Gives each a careful penetrating look; 
Declares them all the crafty work of man. 
Most ardently has sought and hoped to find 

Some proof of that celestial potentate proclaimed, 
But all his efforts proved a waste of time, 
As naught was found to rest the faintest claim. 

He 's delved among debris of christian lore, 

Explored the dim lit past in quest of facts, 
With reason's lance has probed them to the core; 

Labeled them false, wherein of truth they lacked. 
He longs for truth in place of ancient myths, 

For demonstrated facts that all can see, 
To lift the world from out the dismal mists, 

Where light of truth will ever make them free. 



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Sty? forking lirb 



^ftjJOULD you could see the mocking birds 

HI That visit our home every spring, 
*^ And ever anon through the summer days 
List' how they sweetly sing. 

Come view their nest in a thorn tree, 
Where the spines grow long and sharp, 

In and out of their leafy homes 
With dexterous wings they dart. 

Selecting this secluded spot 

Their innocent brood to secrete, 
Fearing some ruthless boys should come, 

That thorns might pierce his feet. 

Oft' they perch on the roof's high peak, 
Or screened in the depths of the bower, 

Their thrilling notes waft by the breeze, 
Chanting many an hour. 

Eureka, Eureka, they say, 
Then seeming, Chewink, Chewink, 

Seize it, Seize it, comes loud and shrill, 
A love song with them, we think. 

But in this we will not attempt 
To give the sweet tone of their voice; 

Come here and listen yourself, 
And in. chorus we will rejoice. 



Wealth a Delusion 161 



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AN struggling here on earth for wealth, 
Oft' deems the soul of little weight, 

The world bestows its sweetest smile 
On those possessing great estate. 



Virtues of most momentous worth 
Are passed unnoticed by the throng, 

Chasing the empty bubble— wealth, 
That earthly joys might be prolonged. 

But, Oh, if man could only see 

The ultimate of such a strife, 
He then would cease from hoarding wealth; 

Prepare himself for higher life. 



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Aunt ^opfjyB Noiahlr fhcpmntr? 

^f#N fancy these scenes I often review, 
41 Fresh as it were only today; 
^-^ Occurred years ago in a western town, 

Resulting in quite an affray. 
There came in our midst an audacious man, 

Proclaiming new truths to relate 
In opposition to our former views — 
In regard to our future state. 

He appealed to reason, begged us to think, 

To lay superstition aside; 
Would have us forsake our moth-eaten creeds, 

Too long on them we 'd relied. 
That all things exist through cause and effect 

Had oft' been sufficiently proved; 
The world was progressing, and soon would 

From old theological grooves. [emerge 

Said the pearly gates are swung open wide- 
Saint Peter, his office resigned; 

The inmates confined have returned to earth 
And are having a joyful time. 

5 T was well for him it were n't days of yore, 
When they, for humanity's sake, 

And the good of our cause, consigned such men 
To their doom— the fagot and stake. 



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Aunt Sophy' s Notable Experience 163 

Our people assembled determined to see 

If some one might not be found, 
Competent to refute this heterodox 

And stifle his evil renown. 
Soon they engaged a divine from the East — 

Announced their intentions afar — 
To completely subvert statements afloat, 

Intending our doctrines to mar. 

Elated with hope, the hour had arrived, 

The church was illumined and in trim; 
The speaker appeared as calm as a judge, 

Our hopes were all centered in him. 
He arose to speak, amidst deafening cheers, 

Which appeared to me out of place 
In a house set apart for sacred use, 

I claim it an open disgrace. 

Now and then there are times, you all well know, 

Things scarcely pan out as we plan; 
And oft' when my thoughts revert to that night, 

As it were, I dumfounded stand. 
The preacher remarked when the cheering ceased, 

"I 've something I wish to explain, 
And when you good people have heard me thro', 

You scarce will hold me to blame. 



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I wish to relate, if not out of place, 

An incident seeming strange, 
Of a spiritual seance on my way here, 

Which caused my opinion to change. 
My soul is now filled with radiant joy, 

Much brighter my pathway has grown; 
I view things now in a far different light 

Than when I departed from home." 

But here his remarks were suddenly checked, 

The deacon seized hold of the man; 
I never before had seen him enraged— 

"You cease/ 7 was his earnest demand. 
I was startled completely out of my wits, 

Such bedlam I never had heard; 
Yet the speaker vainly tried to explain, 

But the tumult drowned his words. 

It seemed at that critical moment, 

Apollyon with his imps combined, 
Had gathered at that holy of holies, 

To enjoy an old fashioned time. 
Relief from my distracted senses 

I prayed might speedily come; 
'T was answered in the form of a sailor, 

His barg overflowing with rum. 



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Stalking in with the air of a monarch 

As he swung wide open the door, 
With a look that bespoke his assurance 

That any and all he could floor. 
' 'Desist instanter this senseless clamor, 

You boisterous land-lubber crew!" 
His dreaded presence produced a dead calm,. 

As each this fierce sailor knew. 

Seems as though providence sent him to quell 

That shameful refractory scene, 
The deacon mutely returned to his pew, 

Then outward all was serene. 
The speaker then to the pulpit returned— 

Assured he would not be disturbed 
While relating his stay at the seance, 

Of the wondrous scenes that occured. 

He spoke of the many bright spirits that came, 

Of his mother's loving embrace; 
Great was his joy as he gazed on her form 

Endowed with such beauty and grace. 
His narration displayed pathos and warmth, 

Disdain now gave place to revere; 
Resulting in all the angels desired, 

For even the deacon shed tears. 



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This unsought and unrivaled occurrence 
Proved a blessing to us in disguise, 

It aroused us and set us to thinking- 
Dispelling the mist from our eyes. 

Was the means of converting the deacon, 
And much to his efforts we owe 

In advancing this new philosophy, 
That the world its grandeur might know. 



^^HIS world is filled with crooks and turns, 
IIL And bypaths without number, 

Through which oft' youths are led astray, 
T were best in bed they slumber. 
At least, at home with useful books, 

Which essential lessons yield, 
That they a hopeful course may take 
Through earth's prospective field. 



Christian Science . • 167 



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IRISTIAN Science— much truth it lacks, 

T is a misnomer, plain to see — 
As science is a group of facts 
From myths and fancies strictly free. 



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Offspring from an artful Eddy 

As round and round the current moves, 

Like a whirlpool, never ready 
To advance and onward move. 

Constant searching amidst debris 
That 's floated down from ancient time, 

Vainly striving their course to see 

Through the mist which fogs their mind. 

It seemeth sad this tender brood 
Has wandered from its mother church, 

Half-fledged and in a doltish mood, 
Too weak to reach the free-thought perch. 

In time they '11 gain more strength of mind f 
They then will drop their present guide 

And boldly seek the truth to find 
In fields of thought far-reaching, wide. 



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temrtlf of % &tmi 

^Jf HE most important thing of all 
Lfl In this, your earth career- 
In fact it constitutes your all 
Within the higher sphere. 

More precious far than vaults of gold 

That man so strives to gain; 
It is unfoldment of the soul 

That you should here obtain. 

If you would lasting joy secure 

Throughout eternity, 
Your thoughts and actions must be pure— 

From earth's defilements free. 

In concert with bright angels then 
You '11 walk this earthly plane; 

To you assistance they will lend 
That you true knowledge gain. 

You ne'er need strive to gain from creeds 
The growth you here most need, 

But through unselfish noble deeds 
You only can succeed. 



Home 169 



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^/^OME is the germ of earth's progress, 
lfif Fount of childhood joy, 
^*The kindergarten of success 

To every girl and boy. 
'T is home which gives our country fame, 

Which makes it weak or strong; 
Degrades, or gives an honored name 
Amidst this earthly throng. 

'T is where young men and maidens too, 

First start to reach life's goal, 
And form opinions what to do 

To aid them to unfold 
In truth's most clear and wholly light, 

With motives pure and high, 
That they be guided here aright — 

All evil thus defy. 

In truth, the home is where life buds 

Must blast, or rightful bloom; 
Must safely clear life's darksome floods, 

Or meet their earthly doom. 
How needful then that parents should 

With care their offspring guide, 
That in their paths no evil cloud 

Their youthful lives betide. 



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©rruit paling 

*%% EMOTE as history penetrates, 
1h In our research we find 

This healing method has been known 
And practiced by mankind. 
It matters not by what name called 

By nations, sects, or clans; 
Whether christian, or magnetic, 
Or laying on of hands. 

Results are just the same you '11 find 

Regardless where or when, 
As angel bands are ever near. 

Assistance us to lend. 
Since they left this earthly realm 

Many this mission fill; 
Have learned the laws to heal mankind 

Of many aches and ills. 



Man's Unfoldment 171 

Mm a Ittfotfmtrnt 

irttfAN, like all substance in nature, 
1 1 1 Result of immutable law. 

Through classified course unfolding 
In successive change without flaw. 
Our backward gaze in the mirror 

Reflecting the scenes of the past, 
Through highway of time reviewing, 
While fragments there scattered we grasp. 

With care replace them together, 

Which make up the being called Man, 
As through the dim distant ages 

His course of unfoldment we scan. 
How, step by step, he ascended 

From his crude protoplasmic state, 
'Til through the archway of heaven 

The angels now beckoning, wait. 



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Down his long, intricate pathway 

Where we retrospectively gaze, 
Now cease, and turn to the future 

And see what before him there lays, 
If he but put forth an effort, 

Determined that he will succeed 
Through motives imbued with honor, 

And a life of unselfish deeds. 

Brighter and brighter his path will grow 

In grandeur and usefulness, too, 
As nobler truths light up his course, 

And with flowers of gladness strew; 
As none can reach life's honored heights 

Through by-paths of leisure and sloth, 
Which lead through sloughs of mental decay, 

Detarding the soul in its growth. 



Fog-Land 173 



^tltfE are Passing now through Fog-Land, 
ill The mist hangs dense and low; 
^^ Most cautiously some grope their way 
They scarce know where to go. 

Guide-boards and books are numerous, 

Pointing the surest route; 
But oft' befogged, they are compelled 

To halt, and face about. 

Ways that lead to elysian fields, 

Where happy souls are blessed, 
Are said to be in numbers great, 

A million — more or less. 

And each one claims their course the best, 

And all the rest untrue; 
Now let me give you my advice, 

And what is best to do. 

Throw all the isms in one heap, 

As garments now outgrown, 
And follow e'er where reason leads, 

If forced to go alone. 

Then when you leave this misty sphere, 

From earthly fetters free, 
You '11 find yourself far in advance 

Of those on bended knee. 



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ICabnr Sag 



^kt'ROM out the year the choicest day, 
^tl One of display and recreation; 

^^ Ye builders of this mighty nation, 
Free to act and have your say 

This independent holiday. 

A day that you can call your own; 

No boss this day can dictate you 
Nor say what he would have you do, 

Oft' in harsh, demanding tone, 
As of some chattel you he owned. 

This day you demonstrate your power; 

Show to the world what you can do 
As honest, free men, brave and true; 

Your strength increasing hour by hour, 
Henceforth, to none you need to cower. 

To syndicates and trusts we 'd say— 
Selfish combines of worldly greed, 

To want and discord sowing seed — 
Your vaunt of wealth you '11 cease display, 

Deprived of your unjustly sway. 

Retribution is near at hand, 

'T is just that all have equal rights; 

For it you strive with all your might, 
Ye fraternal and peerless band, 

The bone and sinew of this land. 



Providence 175 



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<%p|ROVIDENCE when rightly denned, 
jkl Omnipotence from it removed, 
Tl Divested of its potent divine, 

Accepting just what can be proved. 
It then a true lesson will teach, 

That man on this temporal stage, 
A right understanding must reach, 

As he on adversities wage. 

He then will be led by reason's guide, 

E'er drink at the fountain of light; 
On life's placid waters will glide, 

And ever be governed by right. 
The myths of religion will flee, 

Man will then think for himself; 
From ancient legends ever free, 

As they will be laid on the shelf. 



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Ancestral (East? 

AWAY! ancestral caste, away! 
Abandon thoughts of high, or low, 
Merit only should have the say; 
Then each may have a rightful show. 
As Burns well said "a man 's a man," 

It matters not his hue or birth, 
The mind 's the standard of the man, 
Intrinsic goodness is his worth. 

There should be no distinction here 

Except in growth of mind or soul, 
As each are of this earthly sphere, 

That man his highest gifts unfold. 
A paradise, this world would be, 

Conformed to brotherhood of man; 
From selfishness would then be free, 

Joy then would reign throughout the land. 



Toil and Slothfulness 177 



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^♦ft-AN'S toil and energy converge 
j]V\ To strengthen nerve and brain; 
Like fermentation, oft refines, 
And helps you strength maintain; 
Not only strength to body gives, 

But vigor to the mind; 
A perfect being it promotes — 
At least is thus inclined. 

What contrast seen in slothfulness, 

To ease and pleasure bent, 
Who aimless wander through the world 

In idleness content; 
And draw their daily sustenance 

From those of honest gain, 
Who have from brain and muscles wrought, 

Their being to sustain. 



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N passing through this primal state 
'T is well that you should know, 

Of life beyond, what there awaits 
From deeds while here below. 



The course you take while living here, 

Important you will find; 
You can but reach a higher sphere 

Through purity of mind. 

In your advance to higher grade 

From out a lower class, 
Must show a certain progress made, 

Ere you 're allowed to pass. 

Then your best faculties unfold, 
Of goodness, truth, and right, 

'T is this that gives you growth of soul, 
And floods your course with light. 



In Solitude 179 



3ln ^olttufo 

fl^ft-UCH comfort is gained through the journey of 
Ifl Pi Amidst the commotion, tumult and strife, [life 
m0^\r^ o w ithdraw f r0 m the world, in solitude sit, 

Through inspiring hopes your pathway is lit. 
To enter your sanctum, the abode of love, 

There, in communion with angels above — 
Receiving courage, assistance, and grace 
To strengthen you in life's battles to face. 

When the ocean of life is beat to a foam, 

Confused you falter, the right course unknown- 
Mid the roar of the winds, and the surge of the waves, 

They stand by your side, the conflict to brave. 
Or amid life's calm and unruffled seas, 

When the storm 's ceased, and you are at ease, 
They will assist in the growth of your soul, 

That you in the light of truth may unfold. 

Most freely will aid, if thus you desire, [inspire; 

With their pure noble thoughts they you will 
But you first must evince a longing to know, 

And where truth leads, should be willing to go; 
Perhaps beaten paths you will need to forsake 

As more advanced thought in you they awake; 
Then brighter and brighter earth's course will grow, 

As on you new truths they gladly bestow. 



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®lti> Irthgp W?r % Mxmt of if atlj 

INCE the bridge that spans the River of Death, 
With cable complete, and network strong, 

The aged boatman has little to do 
With his craft he has guided so long. 

The angel hosts from the other shore 
Who have stood and beckoned so long, 

Now come to us in their white flowing robes, 
As escorts to that heavenly throng. 

No fear have we now of that darksome stream, 
Nor doubtful stroke of the boatman's oar 

Amid the restless waves and current strong, 
In his aim to reach the other shore. 

In our pathway shines a light from on high 
Which dispels from the mind every fear, 

And the bridge that now spans the River of Death 
Is the course to a region most dear. 



Harmony is Heaven 181 



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ARMONY— the only heaven 
That man will ever find — 

May search throughout the universe, 
It rests within the mind. 

If in heaven you wish to be, 

Commence at once to build 
Within the recess of your mind, 

And see this course you fill. 

Should cultivate a temper mild, 

And love for every soul; 
Let wisdom guide each step you take 

If you would here unfold. 

As growth of goodness and of mind, 

Are gateways to that state, 
'T is well that you commence at once, 

Improvement here to make. 

You ne'er must think to reach that plane 

Where purity exists, 
If you neglect essential growth 

In your sojourn in this. 

Nor would depend too much- on prayer, 
Or on borrowed staffs incline, 

As the intrinsic growth within 
Is heaven, you will find. 



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^ffjJITH gladsome emotion my heart oft' beats, 
I 11 When these thoughts are brought to my mind, 
** When each as a friend will greet those they meet 

With a warmth both noble and kind. 
That none will attempt, nor wish to control 

But an equal share of earth's joys. 
In love and equality man then will unfold, 
Discarding the baser alloy. 

All of mankind have an unbounded right 
To think and to do as they choose, 

So their pathway be lit by reason's light- 
Providing no rights they abuse. 

Then love's golden chain will be without end, 
Encircling the children of earth; 

Each to the other a helping hand lend 
Regardless of country or birth. 

It is then the old liberty bell will ring, 
Resounding the freedom of man; 

No longer coerced by commands that oft' sting 
As those of the tyrants demand. 

Never more to kings or priests will he cower, 
Nor hence the slave of another; 

But equal in rights and equal in power- 
Equal as that of a brother. 



You Are Not Alone 183 



grnt Are Not Atom 

AS through life's changeful course you move 
From childhood to the grave, 
In lowly walks or stately heights, 
Or tossed by ocean wave, 
Your angel friends are by your side 

No matter where you roam, 
To render aid when e'er they can- 
Thus you are not alone. 

When clouds of sorrow cross your path 

And life seems dark and drear, 
And hope seems swallowed up in grief— 

'T is then they gather near; 
And with their cheering presence bring 

Comfort within your home, 
As they impress you with this truth 

That you are not alone. 



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